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.
Such resilience,
such strength,
such beauty.
Amen.
Oh Karen, please come whisper sweet nothings to my lemon tree! I have been trying to get this guy to grow for a few years now and he just keeps hanging on with only one or two leaves. I probably should have let him go, but he's trying! I really believe he wants to keep going. Actually, I haven't checked him since getting home. He might be gone. Oops.
ReplyDeleteOh that smell is wonderful, lucky you, and so glad he pulled through. Xxx
ReplyDeleteAnd.....that top photo looks like a Winifred Nicholson painting x
ReplyDeleteOh, so sweet! Is that what I need to do to get my plants to grow? I confess to being a terrible gardener!!
ReplyDeleteLovely photos!! xo
Absolutely LOVE this!! Glad your little tree has bounced back. That smell...
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