Lemon Tree..
January 5, 2012
… very pretty.
My favorite part of our front yard.
We have an issue with our Meyer lemon tree, however…it appeals to a particular woman, an elderly woman, who frequents the Senior Center, apparently on a regular basis. In years past, she’s come to our door to inquire about picking our lemons, very polite, and we’ve always said okay. She can’t have them all, but she can have some. We’re willing to share a few. But last year and this, she’s shown up and just taken lemons. Lots of them. Like dozens.
Jim came home a couple weeks ago and found her helping herself to armloads and asked her to stop… she could have what she’d just picked, but please leave the rest. He asked her if she’d asked me, and she said yes (she hadn’t).
So, that’s where we are. The tree’s easily accessible from the sidewalk so I suppose we’re vulnerable to moochers. But hey, I like Meyer lemons and the tree’s on our property and the least you can do is ask. I’m sure I’d say okay, take a handful. But not armloads. And certainly not without asking.
That’s just impolite.
Which, reminds me, Jim, if you’re reading this, let’s go harvest the rest of them.. ‘k?
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