It’s a good morning. A few days ago we were at the grocery store, and what did I find? Well, just the other day I was telling a friend about how my grandfather used to live in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas surrounded by neighboring orange groves, grapefruit farms, and sugar cane fields, and how much I missed the fresh fruit my grandfather would bring us when he visited. So back to what I found. We were making one of those runs through the store to pick up items for yet another get-together over the weekend (I can’t even remember which one, there were five) and there in the middle of the produce section was a stand of Texas Red Grapefruit! They were even from the same town–Edinburg.
This morning Emma and I sat down she had her first grapefruit. She loved it. I loved it, and enjoyed how I was transported back in time and place by it. It’s interesting how things like taste and smell can trigger memory. I remember hating…no H-A-T-I-N-G grapefruit until my grandfather convinced me to try the ones grown in the Rio Grande Valley. There really is a difference, they are sweeter and don’t have that awful bite that most you get at the produce store have. Just wonderful. And they make a great excuse to sit and share a few moments with your nearly 2 daughter as she experiences one of the small gifts of the earth and God.
It’s a good morning.