Blood Oranges

ok, so they're blood oranges she's talking about. she won't stop talking about them. every time i talk to her. she obsessively talks about them. the trees her father planted. they ate 5-7 at a time, a few times per day. friends and relatives would leave them more and other stuff outside their door if they weren't home. things they've picked from their farms. she said there were so many oranges that so many are wasted, and she carried a knife around so she could pick and eat them wherever she went.
its nice to hear her happy and passionate about something so simple.