I’m not sure why this pile of fruit is so appealing to me but it is. I love the look of it, the colours of it, the shapes and sizes and smells of it. I love how fresh and healthy and wholesome it looks, all those pieces piled together. These are all grocery store purchases. I so wish I lived near a farmer’s market or store (that isn’t part of a national chain) that sold variety like this. And can you believe that until today I’d never ever eaten a fresh apricot? The only ones I’ve tasted have been dried or in jam. I must say that they are rather tasty little things and cute to boot. (B picked one up, brushed it lightly on his cheek, and declared it, "Soft. Like a turtle." And then he laughed in a "silly me!" sort of way and said, "Turtles aren’t soft! They’re hard. I’d break my nose!" I think "soft like a turtle", although seemingly an oxymoron, pretty accurately describes B himself. Silly little man.)

And after giving my never-used-even-once juicer (I bought it because it was on sale for a really good price) away on Freecyle a couple of months back, I purchased another one yesterday, also on sale. This second one I’ve actually pulled out of the box and - and! - put together and used. I juiced a few apples, a kiwi, and two carrots. How fancy.