This Peter, Paul, and Mary song resonates as I write this passage. In Florida my neighbor has a beautiful lemon tree in her front yard. As I admired it she relayed the story of the tree. Years ago her friend, a world traveler, received a bough from a lemon tree in the Vatican garden. The bough was brought to America and has produced many offspring. Of course this occurred prior to TSA rules and scrutiny.

This year my friend graced me with several lemons and over 50 seeds have been planted. And as the song states the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat, but it sure is fun watching those seedlings grow.

Anyone interested in a tree?