Entertainment: Life has given me lemons. It's my own fault really. I simply can't resist any tree at a garden centre whose label states: "small and vigorous fruiting". Add "low maintenance" to that and there is every chance I'll be heaving that tree into the back of my car. Unless it's a feijoa. I have no desire to propagate the feijoa. Still, rather a feijoa than a fig. Or yet another lemon.
I have no need of those fruits in my dwarf-chard. My mini plantation comprises nine varieties of dwarf fruit tree. It's the perfect backyard forest. The trees remain reasonably small, yet wonderfully bountiful. Often too bountiful. Especially when it comes to lemons.
I can't even give my excess lemons away. Almost everyone in my neighborhood has their own scruffy tree. Clearly there was a time when people simultaneously sought to colonise their lawns with something productive, and decided a single lemon tree would do.
There are only so many uses I have for lemons. Mostly they involve flavouring cool beverages to hydrate me on these hot summer days. I could use the excess lemons to polish furniture, sterilise chopping boards, add highlights to my hair, remove any warts or corns I may develop, or soothe sunburn, but I don't. Nor am I interested in candied peel or lemon curd.