Today I ate a grapefruit

Life is good. Today I ate a grapefruit for breakfast. Not just any grapefruit, but one harvested from a tree a few steps from my gate, the first of the season. It did not disappoint. I ate the whole thing.

It's hard to put into words the incredible sense of luxury and good fortune that comes from walking out to pluck breakfast from the tree. As I sit here, the sun warms my feet, the palm fronds wave ever so gently in a soft breeze, the skies are clear blue, and the only sound is that of the gardener's lawn mower. Life is good.

Three grapefruit trees and one orange tree are right outside my patio. It's going to be a bountiful harvest, for I've never seen so many grapefruits hanging on each tree. (Notwithstanding that I grew up in Minnesota, and this is the first time I've come within spitting distance of a grapefruit tree—so what do I know?)

The rule is, "whoever gets there first," provided of course that the tree is on common property, not on someone's patio. Sounds like a plan to me!

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