There are two things standing between me and seasonal affective disorder in this dumb part of the year (november): a tiny maniac marching around my home with a recorder, and grapefruit. It's grapefruit season! I love grapefruit. Everything about it is happy: it's big and yellow and it sounds like "grateful", but it is also a little bitter. It's not like the sweet orange or the sour lemon. It's a little complex. And it's pink inside. Perfection. 

collage waiting to be picked up at school (not by by my son, by another cute little boy).

endpapers (detail) from Noah's Ark by Miche Wynants —  pinterest via Sarah Edmonds via Stopping off Place. phew.

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