About seven
years ago, I ordered a lemon tree through the mail.
At the time, I was
seriously over the edge in terms of doing EVERYTHING organic and decided that
growing my own organic lemons was a good idea.
I’m sure
I’ve mentioned that I live in Pennsylvania. Not Florida.
But the
optimistic website assured me that I could grow lemons ANYWHERE. So, I said,
“Awesome! Send me a tree!” (I’m sure that’s technically historical fiction, as
the facts are fuzzy these many years later.)
The tree
arrived and I carefully followed the directions and planted it in a humongous
pot filled with wood chips mixed with soil (per the instructions that came with
my tiny little tree).
For seven
long years, I tended my plant. It grew and grew, eventually sprouting long
sharp spikes that poked us when we passed too closely. One year, my angry
husband cut all the spikes off the tree, but even that didn’t deter it. It just
grew new spikes.
We moved it
inside each winter where it proceeded to be forgotten for weeks at a time, only
to be rescued from death by heavy watering, removal of all its dead leaves, and
being doused with a seaweed fertilizer concoction.
Anyway – all
that is to say – it’s not been an easy life for our little lemon tree. And for
six long years it produced not one lemon.
But this
year everything changed. This year we grew lemons! Really, really, really BIG
lemons. Grapefruit sized lemons!
Early in the
summer they were tiny little green balls, more like limes.
Somewhere about August they began to swell to epic proportions. So much so, that I took to Facebook to see if anyone knew what I was growing.
After much serious and some not-at-all-serious-but-very-entertaining discussion/speculation, it was decided that what I was growing were indeed lemons, but they wouldn’t be fully ripened until Thanksgiving, maybe even Christmas.
Somewhere about August they began to swell to epic proportions. So much so, that I took to Facebook to see if anyone knew what I was growing.
After much serious and some not-at-all-serious-but-very-entertaining discussion/speculation, it was decided that what I was growing were indeed lemons, but they wouldn’t be fully ripened until Thanksgiving, maybe even Christmas.
And what do
you know? This is the lemon I picked from my tree last night.
Half of the lemon produced nearly a cup of juice! And today I’m making dried lemon zest! (Lemon zest is the most crazy-easy thing – simply grate rind and set it on wax paper on your counter to dry out. Done. Just don’t let anyone spill their granola on it when they’re cleaning up. Ahem.)
There is still one lemon that hasn't fully ripened yet left on the tree. It will be the fifth lemon my tree has produced this year! Wowsa! Maybe it'll be a New Year's lemon. Can't wait til next year's crop!
(Forgive the fuzzy appearance, it may have been the cameraman or the wine...) |
Half of the lemon produced nearly a cup of juice! And today I’m making dried lemon zest! (Lemon zest is the most crazy-easy thing – simply grate rind and set it on wax paper on your counter to dry out. Done. Just don’t let anyone spill their granola on it when they’re cleaning up. Ahem.)
There is still one lemon that hasn't fully ripened yet left on the tree. It will be the fifth lemon my tree has produced this year! Wowsa! Maybe it'll be a New Year's lemon. Can't wait til next year's crop!
So, the
point of this post? If I can grow lemons here in the wilds of Pennsylvania with hostile family members and the occasional unintentional drought, anyone can.
#growinglemons #GiantLemons #growlemonsinside #PAlemons
WOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSo neat! I love lemonade. I'm going to order lemon tree!
ReplyDeleteJust be patient! This year we only have 3 lemons, but it was a rough summer for the tree on the porch - many, many droughts. Sigh.
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