There are two things standing between me and seasonal affective disorder in this dumb part of the year (november): a tiny maniac marching around my home with a recorder, and grapefruit. It's grapefruit season! I love grapefruit. Everything about it is happy: it's big and yellow and it sounds like "grateful",
it is also a little bitter. It's not like the sweet orange or the sour lemon. It's a little complex. And it's pink inside. Perfection.
collage waiting to be picked up at school (not by by my son, by another cute little boy).