My uncle used to own a house with a small orchard of citrus trees in the back yard. My Mom and I went to visit him for a week and the grapefruit tree was full of ripe fruit. I walked out to the tree every morning and picked my breakfast.
For a northern girl this was a luxury beyond compare. I can still taste the sweetness of that freshest of fruit…still a little cool from the overnight temperature, so juicy, and surprisingly sweet.
A simple and treasured experience I’ll remember for a very long time.
The sketching community drew my attention to macarons. Before this exposure to this cultural item, I would have drawn a coconut macaroon and thought the prompt was misspelled. Growing and learning all the time!