Today Nada bought me oranges from her mother’s garden. I felt like someone in a Jan Van Eyck painting for whom oranges would have been a very special gift indeed – a symbol of wealth and privilege. So today I felt honoured to receive beautiful, fresh oranges, like an explosion of sunshine, from a lovingly tended garden in a warm far-off land … well, actually less than two hours away in Sydney. They looked and tasted delicious.
