Scenes of recent life. It’s almost time for the sacred season of converting-all-my-jeans-into-cutoffs, the season of endless-caprese-salad, the season of high-volume-dance-parties. The season of fresh piles of fruit and vegetables, which disappear as quickly as I buy them. We’re currently obsessed with Alphonso mangoes, which you peel like an orange but eat like an apple. They are indescribably delicious. Man, I need to cut my hair, too.