Yes, wonderful pre- or post-fast, as you say

Madonna,

The idea of crates of oranges and all that light filling the house along with the orange mist seems like the greatest of riches to me now!

How wonderful of you to share that picture.

You've reminded me too that I've often put oranges in poems. They've always been numinous, almost holy things. A symbol of something to be returned to. I remember also the scent of that freshly released essential oil hanging in the air, when the library was a safe place for a kid to hang out, on a dark night when the days were short. I completely forgot about "Back To Eden"! which I loved, decades ago. It was among the 'precious' books, along with "Seedtime and Harvest"... Must have internalized a lot of BTE--and it arose later.

Chiron