"Would you go out and get me an orange and a lemon?" Martha asked me this morning. I took my camera and went into the back yard to the navel orange tree filled with fruit. I plucked two oranges, one for Martha's Easter cooking and one for me, right now. There are few things fresher than an orange right off the tree. Today is a day I'm grateful for living in a place busting out with color and fragrance, and taste!