"BUT THE FRUIT OF THE POOR LEMON..."

When we first moved to AZ, we had one orange, one grapefruit, and one lemon tree in our yard. The oranges were just delicious. Not much of a grapefruit eater, I didn't care much for them, though they were better than ones I had from the store. Lemons, well Trini Lopez said it, and a famous poster said something about making lemonade, so they weren't missed much when we moved 14 houses up the street.

At our current abode, I just realized by a little mistyping abode becomes adobe, oh well--we have one navel and one citris good only for orange juice. So I figure I'm ahead in the fruit growing department.

Around the corner from us is a huge lemon tree, just chock full of lemons when in season. Creative occupants have hung a huge decorative lemon, about the size of the body of the Spa Citron woman in the picture. At first glance, one is apt to do a double take because of the exact color and placement in the middle of the tree. The fake lemon is probably 2' x 2', healthy even for an Arizona lemon.

Other neighbors have basketball goals. Now if I could just play enough basketball to get the tread like bumps and seams off the ball. Naugh.