Buck has taken to bringing a whole orange into the bedroom most evenings after we retire. He puts it on a newspaper, then carefully peels and sections it with the pocket knife he keeps on his bedside table. His first cut releases a fragrant shower of citrus oil into the air.
My own frequent evening snack is a small dish of not-quite-thawed frozen sweet dark cherries spritzed with a dash of balsamic raspberry glace.
How marvelous to sleep in a grove and an orchard every night.