My father late in his life is growing citrus. This winter, he has a tree laden with grapefruit. So many grapefruit. Bountiful. More than can be counted.

We picked them together on a cold sunny afternoon. He gave me two baskets of them to bring home. We have already shared them with neighbors.

My friend and I ate one yesterday. It was juicy. Intense with flavor. And not bitter.

The orange tree was past its peak, but I took home a small box of those as well. Oranges from my father.