The Lemon Happy Dance

3 May

I have just harvested my first lemon.  If this seems like an odd thing to ‘happy dance’ about then you are blessed.  It means you have never suffered form Black-Thumb-itis.

My sister has the gardening genes in our family.  She can and does grow some strange and varied crops.  In fact, she was growing Kale before it became trendy (makes good chook food apparently).

The last couple of years my darling children have encouraged my poor attempts at growing food to put on the table by buying living plants for me as presents.  Oh, the pressure.  My lemon tree has survived a couple of years now.  We have had a love hate relationship.  I love the tree, it hates me.  It has flowered, only to succumb to wind.  It has set fruit, only to succumb to wind and heat.

Finally, this year, through much trauma and angst the tree and I have managed to sync, and I have lemons.  I have yellow lemons sitting on the tree.  They feel like little rocks and I don’t know when they will be fully ripe and ready to pick.  So today I took the plunge.

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