I cut into my first lemon from my first lemon tree. Perfect little sections. Perfect rind. Perfect seeds. Perfect juice bomb. Lovesick. That's me.
It may as well be the first lemon on earth. And I just discovered it. No one can tell me different.
The facts: I sit. I stare. I open. I close.
Someone went to the Pantages yesterday to see HAIR. Yes she did. When the tribe goes skipping through the aisles with their flowers these were deposited in my lap.