Well, after all that exertion, sometimes one just has to lie down and be L-O-N-G. And s-t-r-e-t-c-h. I call it Repose Yoga. Plus it’s nice every now and then to be a long kitty instead of one of those curl-up-in-a-ball Tuxies.
We were ALL exhausted after giving the lemon tree it’s annual haircut.
Hey, when we do a job, we DO A JOB!!! Thank heaven for mama’s helper (apart from me) who is primo at this heavy hitting.
I think most of this part of France will have to take these off our hands, haha. Just kidding. After the limoncello, lemon curd, lemon tarts, citrus chutney, preserved lemons and whatever those anthros do with spiked lemonade, there just might be some happy campers in this little burg. Heaven knows there are enough lemons for us for several months, staying nice and cool in the garage.
Essence of lemons. Num num, but not for US, of course.
But I was so tuckered, I couldn’t even put my tongue back in my boca!