I am sorry, Meyer lemon. I left you alone for a week in the bright sunshine in the midst of some of the hottest weather this past summer. Then, this fall, you suffered through eight days without heat during the mean days after Hurricane Sandy. Lately you have been a shadow of your former self, and I don't blame you one bit. Batman wanted to prune you, but I was reluctant. I just kept watering you and whispering sweet nothings in you ear. My skepticism and my hope about your fate took turns. I had faith and yet I doubted, too. I waited to see which way you would go.
And then something amazing happened.
I couldn't quite believe my eyes.
But this morning I smelled you and knew it was true.