I love fruit. The way other people love chocolate, I love fruit. So when house hunting, every time a house had a fruit tree, that pushed it much farther up on the "this could be the one" list. The fact that the home I chose has not one, but two citrus trees, was definitely a consideration when placing the offer. Yes, I know, you can always plant trees, but these were mature. Which got me excited that I wouldn't have to wait years for newly planted trees to grow, but that I would have a bountiful crop of grapefruits and lemons as soon as they ripened.
Once the grapefruits were nice and large, and just the right shade of pinky-yellow, I picked one gleefully. My grin was quickly replaced with a pucker. This thing wasn't just normal-grapefruit-sour, it was melt-the-enamel-straight-off-your-teeth-sour. SO disappointed.
But over the weekend, all that changed. We had gotten a deluge of rain in December, so when I returned from my recent vacation, I picked another. Apparently all these trees wanted was a serious soaking. When I cut into the grapefruit, it was the perfect rosy pink. And it was juicy and delicious. And the grin is back.
