I cherish the memories from my childhood of crafting with my grandmother. One of those memories is of making orange pomanders at Christmas time. Her soft voice explaining and encouraging as my sister and I concentrated on sticking the little cloves into the thick orange skin.. I can hear her clear as day even now, decades later.
It’s been several years since she passed away but the hole she left behind is as gaping as it was the day she left. As a nod to Gramma, and a way to include her in my favourite holiday, I decided to make orange pomanders again. I think they turned out well, though not perfect – but I know she’d have been proud.