Brent has been meticulously caring for my lemon tree. Affectionately named Lola, she has her own moisture meter so that he can monitor how much she should be watered. The reason he says, “Lemon trees need lots of water to make big juicy lemons!” He moves her around to sun spots in the yard multiple times a day, he makes me stand outside as he points out every new blossom and bud. He wipes her leaves down with a moist towel… all in the effort to grow lemons.

So Wednesday, when Natasha and I were at the farmer’s market, I bought a perfectly ripe meyers lemon still on the branch to play a trick on him. I wanted to sneak it on the tree so he would come out and think he had miraculously sprouted a lemon overnight. But he foiled my attempt when he came outside just as I was putting the lemon in place. I should have known he couldn’t leave that darn tree alone for even a minute!

I was caught! But we still giggled over it.

We decided to leave the lemon there so Lola wouldn’t be lemon-naked anymore.

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The end.

M