Tea and Oranges

Or is it coffee? We had both this morning, as an anodyne.  Good day for housecleaning, Sue, and garden turning, me.

Actually, these are rose hips, at Kathy's next door, with even more vitamin C than oranges.

The garden being turned.

Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, 
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice. 
     —Wallace Stevens, Sunday Morning, 1923

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever
And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China...

     —Leonard Cohen, Suzanne, 1966

Goodbye Leonard, I liked your work. (You too, Wallace, of course.)