The lemon song

I’m writing this in the shade of our umbrella-covered decking area after a Greek lunch of feta cheese, and olives which our neighbour kindly gave us off his own olive trees and they are delicious. Over the fence, also in our neighbours garden, is a very heavily laden lemon tree. He doesn’t give us any of these fruit because we have 3 trees of our own and more lemons that we know what to do with. I make a litre of lemon juice almost daily, I drink lemon tea, I make lemon cakes, lemon merangue pie and we have a slice of lemon on our dinner plate. Every so often we hear a ‘thud’ and know it is the sound of another lemon dropping off one of the trees. This humble fruit grows so prolifically here that we take it for granted – and yet it is beautiful. The fruit is completely untampered with and free from all ridiculous EU regulations. They are shaped just as nature intended, not regulatory size to allow them to fit into a neat little supermarket carboard package and they are free from all that awful wax. I thought they deserved a special mention.

Mrs D

(Thanks to Led Zep for the title of this piece!)