I don't love fruit. I love seasonal fruit like strawberries in June and apples in September but I love canned fruit. There is just something about a perfect piece of fruit, already washed, peeled, de-pitted or seeded in sloppy, slurpy fruit juice that makes me swoon.
And, I think I'm in love with my Olbas inhaler. It's a little tattered because I've had it for so long, but it's like an old friend that can clear my head with one deep breath.