Lovely little lemons lost

One hundred and seventy lemons fell off the little dwarf lemon tree that grows by the house. I guess while we were in Death Valley it must have gotten very cold for at least one night here, and there was nobody at home to cover the tree with a big tarp. Unfortunately, they’re dried up, and what little juice we can squeeze out of their little bodies tastes awful.

The nearby Seville orange tree got the same kind of hit, but the oranges died on the tree. At least the lemons had the decency to fall to the ground. The oranges are still clinging to the branches and will have to be picked off, risking massive injury to the picker since that tree has huge thorns that just can’t wait to lacerate any invader.

The loss of lemons means we will have to actually purchase lemons at a grocery store. The last time I looked, they cost 68¢ at the cheapest store, and 89¢ at our closest supermarket. Wow, we lost at least $115.60, as much as $151.30. But the loss is even greater because the lemons we pick off the tree are so fresh compared to the ones we have to purchase.

The one good thing about this? At least we’re not farmers!