Oh To Be a Lemon Farmer.
Maybe it’s this cold winter, but I found myself googling cruises to the North Sea. No sillies. Lemon trees.
I had incredible urge to plant a lemon grove.
And there’s $23.46 in my checking account. So I soon realized my lemon dreams had to start small.
SCREAM.
How long has that been sitting there? My baby tree nestled in the mail basket overnight in the freezing temps.
I raced inside to see if there had been any damage.
Well. It was still green.
I read up on growing Meyer lemons in pots since I’m going to be a lemon farmer and all. One source said to use a glazed pot. Another advised that they like to be root bound.
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to take this little net off.
It was perforated so I took it off.
And then half the dirt fell on the floor.
I bet this is how Dr. Phillips started Minute Maid.
Any advice on lemons? Recipes for killer lemonade?
Though not sure I’ll see a lemon in my lifetime.
