Every morning in Turkey we went to a local Turkish grandmother for oranges. She kindly let us into her garden to pick oranges with our own hands, which we bought from her. How delicious it smelled in that garden! Flowers were just blooming on the trees somewhere, and ripe juicy oranges were already hanging somewhere else. I have never drunk juice more delicious in my life, because only in sunny Turkey in the garden of a Turkish woman can such sweet and sour oranges with an amazing citrus aroma grow. This picture will perfectly fit into the living room or kitchen area, where it will fill the space with notes of summer.
