When Jake came in with a handful of blood oranges from his tree, I was inspired by the bright colors, both sanguine and sunny. Gorgeous. I forbade him from slicing all of them until I could photograph a necklace that matched them.
"Where's the necklace?" he queried.
"In my head," I admitted.
He groan, "Oh, brother."
"No, seriously, give me an hour."
And he did...just. As soon as I photographed the pieces, this last orange was sliced and devoured.
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