Oranges were on sale when I went grocery shopping today; they made me smile and think of Cézanne; I love his paintings of fruit.
Below is not an awkward attempt at a centerpiece,
it's just the amount of fruit my family of 9 goes through in a week.
That is, of course, not counting the fact that someone will be running to the store to buy bananas by Tuesday. I thought I'd commemorate the fruit in a post because: it will all be gone so fast, because I may or may not manage to get any, and because I never learned to paint.
I just read that Cézanne had 11 siblings; suddenly his fondness for fruit makes sense.