jumping the gun

one of my husband’s dreams is to live one day where he could grow potted lemons on a terrace to supplement his kitchen herb garden. we do not yet live in a place like that. we have a senior in high school, and a career that requires him to be in minnesota for at least part of the year. so he got a little ahead of himself this summer, and planted one lemon tree and one meyer lemon in pots on our dock, where they were watered daily with lake water, where they received all of the sunlight it is possible to receive at this latitude, and where they received about as much love as any human being can lavish on non-sentient being. as his reward, the meyer lemon is currently in full, glorious bloom, and our sunniest kitchen corner smells like lemon blossoms. well played, mr. hoffman.

meyer lemon blossoms