I am a grateful...grapefruit.
The most devastated is going to be grapefruit for fresh. There are no trees left. So much of what the state aimed at with eradication was grapefruit.
I'll feel it later over a gin and grapefruit juice.
We lost roofing tiles and our prized pink grapefruit tree.
Life is like a grapefruit. Well, it's sort of orangy-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have a half a one for breakfast.
My best indicator has always been our lemon trees because they blossom earlier than oranges and grapefruit. When I checked this morning I didn't see anything that would indicate any damage.
Thirty years ago, on a lark, my dad took a seed from a grapefruit and planted it. I remember seeing it, a little twig sticking out of the ground. Amazingly, it grew. It's tall and huge now. It's turned into a monster.