Orange anyone?

Orange? Fresh from farm...

Weeks before new year, T*****ga sensei brought me to her friend's orange garden. I said garden because the farm was in front of his house, just like his garden but a huge one. I was given a pair of scissors and a suitable cloth to help them harvested the oranges from the trees, and so T*****ga sensei. Both of us were shown of way to use the scissors correctly, and then help ourselves cutting the oranges off the branches. We got two buckets oranges for each of us before the owner told us that he wanted us to bring back home all the oranges that we help picking-up. He said he can't sold the oranges because our techniques of cutting the stem that coming out from the orange was not good enough, we made sharp tips of it. An excuse actually! A good one. :)

I still have some of those oranges, and thanks to the low temperature all around us here.

The man in the picture was the owner of this farm. His house can be seen in the background, the center one. On the right was his store where he kept the oranges. By the way, the owner was a single father whose wife died of cancer about 10 years ago, around 7 months after being diagnosed. He brought-up two adolescent kids single-handedly, doing all the household works while managing the farm.

Me - wearing the special clothing (but not the tudung), with gloves and posing - with T*****ga sensei.