|The grapefruit IMBL, 2012 edition, an OSG tradition!|
Last year we had this Boxes of Grapefruit IMBL, and like the passage of sands through the hourglass, once again, the pickers have cleaned the trees of the delicious yellow orbs, and packed them up for forklifting and shipping off to a grocery store near you.
I didn't actually eat one of these, since I have plenty of my own, but they are probably the same flavorful, juicy Marsh grapefruits we have, a yellow variety that grows well here despite our hot dry summers, and to me is what real grapefruit tastes like.
I paused near this pile on my bicycle, and breathed deep. The scent of a box of fresh-picked grapefruit recalls to my mind the intense perfume of this street back in spring, when the trees were dense with white blossoms, and their sweet smell made my mind wander into some kind of spaced-out reverie. The yellow orbs have a subtle and sharp smell all their own, which only stays for a few hours after they are picked, and then dulls as the most volatile oils evaporate. It's the smell that most reminds me of winter in Phoenix.
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