"At my home in the southwest of France, I grow . . . lemon trees in my backyard.” ― Alain Ducasse
"Same. Except the southwest of France thing." – Greg Chambers

I have a lemon tree. I don't live in a climate where citrus has much of a chance of surviving outside year round, so this one is in a pot, spending summers outside and wintering indoors. It's next to me now so I've been looking at it a lot. It flowered aggressively this summer but no lemons. I went to the internet for a clue and some random guy in another part of the world showed me how to self-pollinate the plant with a little paintbrush.
It worked.
Now I have seven lemons forming. Maybe. I need to keep the plant alive through the winter but it's a good start. I'm already dreaming up adventures. I can see cocktail recipes to help keep the scurvy at bay as the winter drags on. I remember my infant daughter begging for a lemon at a family reunion. It felt cruel but we were so curious. "You don't want this," we tell her but her little hands keep reaching for the bright yellow slices on the table. We give in. There's a first time for everything, right?
I can still see her entire body tensing. So tart! We laugh, apologize, and wipe her little face. As soon as she recovers she's back at it. Biting the lemon slice, wrinkling her face, entire body shuddering. Again and again. She loves it.
Lemons are fun.
Grow! I whisper to them every day. Two weeks in, the lemons are still tiny. I go back to the internet to find out how long it will be until the harvest.
6-7 months.
Based on past gardening and houseplant success I'm putting the odds at 40% I get all citrusy next May. Maybe lower if a certain furry animal won't leave it alone.
Wish us well.
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