I’m not a talented gardener, but I’m hoping that’s just because I’ve never taken the time to study exactly what I’m supposed to be doing besides water+sunlight+soil+encouraging talk. I’ve got this yearslong daydream about growing flowers and tomatoes and lemons and eggplant and limes and hot peppers. It even includes a funky, tiny little greenhouse with peeling white paint and glass so old it’s like looking through water.
The lemon tree in the backyard is nearly the only thing I love about where we live right now. We make awesome lemonade and lemon bars and lemon chicken. Being able to say to one of the kids while I’m cooking supper, Run outside and grab me a lemon, okay? makes it feel a little bit like I’m living the dream, you know? Plus, they’re Meyer lemons. They’re really, really, really good. This weekend I’m going to start a few seeds and see what I can get. Someday I’ll move out of this place and I’m not leaving without my lemons.