The Ponderosa lemon finally picked itself.
I arrived one afternoon at work to find the branch had slipped off its support and the lemon was resting comfortably on the window sill. It just wasn't attached to the branch anymore.
After much consideration and several days of chilling the baseball-sized fruit in the fridge, I decided to make lemonade.
It was very juicy (about 1/4 cup of juice), incredibly tart, but tasty.
A bit anti-climactic after more than a year of watering and pampering, but so isn't life.
And did you notice? The thing was full of pips.
Gladys, eat your heart out.
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