When I was thinking about spring training in Arizona, I lamented just a tiny bit that it wasn't Florida's Grapefruit League. My love of grapefruit, after all, is well-documented at Miles and Laurel. But soon my appreciation for the Cactus League replaced those feelings, and I forgot about them.
Yesterday I was in my hosts' backyard and spotted some yellow fruit up high in a tree. "Lemons!" I said, remembering the lemon trees I saw in California.
"No," my host said, "these are grapefruit."
I nearly fell over with excitement. There were grapefruit trees (and orange trees!) right in their backyard, and the blossoms smell glorious. And this morning I ate the best grapefruit ever, fresh off the tree.
I am going back to Minnesota tonight, but I will not soon forget these grapefruits.
Yesterday I was in my hosts' backyard and spotted some yellow fruit up high in a tree. "Lemons!" I said, remembering the lemon trees I saw in California.
"No," my host said, "these are grapefruit."
I nearly fell over with excitement. There were grapefruit trees (and orange trees!) right in their backyard, and the blossoms smell glorious. And this morning I ate the best grapefruit ever, fresh off the tree.
I am going back to Minnesota tonight, but I will not soon forget these grapefruits.
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