love the orange and the peach.
I remember when I was a little girl, my grandparents taking us to pick oranges on Tropicana property.
Back then, they just had split rail fences, and my grandpa and his friend took down the rails, drove in, and put them back up again. he said no one would care. I remember big black snakes in the trees. Grandpa said they put them there so no one would pick the oranges. it seemed like we filled up the trunk of the car back then. when we were all finished, we pack up and left the way we came. Things were different then. We had fresh squeezed orang juice coming out of our ears forever!!! Now they probably have electrical fences now. Memories.