The "Proverbial Lemon Tree"

I haven't talked about my Lemon Tree lately. Maybe it's because I have been underneath it for a while and haven't even noticed that I have been overcome by lemons until late.

It's all well and good. No. Not really. But what am I to say? It's all bad? No, it's not all bad either. It just is.

There have been varying kinds of lemons - are there different varieties of lemons? Why, yes, yes there is. I know this because I just "Googled" it. In my lemon grove there has been everything from unemployment to health issues to school demands to stress to . . . . you name it.

I have realized that while I didn't realize I was buried under the tree, I did survive the over abundance of lemons. It seems we had just the right amount of rain and sunshine to produce the amount of fruit that came from those dag-nabit trees. They were worse than a herd of bunnies!

Survival for me is not a "sole" thing. I need to be "sured" up so I don't topple into a heap of insanity on the floor. My "surer-upers" did a splendid job getting me thru the harvesting of my lemons. That's not to say I didn't drive them into a heap of insanity on their floors! If I did - I am truly sorry. I know your insanity all too well. Please forgive me?

In case you are wondering about where those lemons are now - well, they are in baskets on my deck, waiting for me to deal with them. I am figuring if I tary long enough, they will rot down into juice and go back to the earth from whence they came and I will still be standing, probably in a stinky, lemony gas, but standing non the less. If any should survive the ooey, gooey death, I will take care of them. I figure they would be worth a look if they made it thru the rotting process.

At any rate, a lemon is trying to talk to me as I am trying to think and type, so before I fall into that insane heap on the floor, roll my eyes and cop an attitude, I had better go see what is terribly important.

That's all I have to say about that. For now.