|Boxes of Grapefruit In My Bike Lane (there's room to get by, though)|
The pickers come and fill up these washing machine-sized boxes, which they leave on palettes at the curb, until the trucks come and get them and haul them off to I don't know where. These yellow globes smell great, they taste good, and they look nice in a bright, sunny way in January, more or less a perfect combination to my way of looking at things in the bike lane. Last Valentine's Day I wrote "The fragrance of newly picked citrus is exquisite and ephemeral, exceeded only by the scent of citrus blossoms in the spring as you fly down a bike lane at night." I think I'll just stick with that. Get up. Go ride.