Like
footballs. Our first harvest of lemons. They are huge. Even my
parents, who live on a citrus grove, can't believe how big our lemons
are. You can't tell from the photos, but they're probably 50% bigger
than average & perfect.
Anyone remember the song, "Lemon tree, very pretty...?" My mother used to sing it to me when I was a small child.
Being new to lemon trees, I couldn't believe the thorns! Some as long as 2-3". I was extra careful with Charlotte underfoot, but not so careful with myself. I wouldn't bother with gardening gloves (though I have really cute blue leather gloves with red trim). I got poked here and there. Not so much like a needle poke though -- those thorns are lemony. So a lemon-thorn poke is like a needle poke with lemon juice on top.
The worst is getting spiked in the forehead.
I
love it though. I love to garden. I even like the thorns. It's just
nice to be outside with the kids and the chirping birds. And what's
more sweet than sharing a pitcher of freshly-squeezed lemonade with
your kids -- lemons they helped harvest? Not much.
It was a good day.
Now to get the rest of the garden in order. One day.
