Tipota and the Lemon Tree

for the love of a lemon tree

in her house

tipota grew a lemon tree
from seed that begged plant me

the tree grew
and grew
and grew
with love
to a sumptuous lemonesque grandeur

to pot to pot to pot a
las none were big enough
for the lemon’s great ambitions
and spaces between the tree shrank
until tipota could hardly move

but she minded not
for she loved that lemon tree.


I’ve written this poem and drawn the picture just for a bit of fun. Tipota is a very creative lady with a blog called spaces between trees

She is a musician, artist, poet and all round genius as far as I’m concerned. Tipota commented recently on my poem Twisted Lemon. Here is her comment:

‘i grew a lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet ha ha, i grew it from a seed that popped out of a sliced lemon – begging to be planted, it already had a thin green sprout. it grew into a tree, in successively larger pots until there weren’t any more bigger that i could find. i had it for fifteen years and it had wonderful blossoms and the last few seasons it made a handful or two of lemons, tiny ones. alas, it died a few years ago for the very reasons you describe, there was no pot big enough to handle it and it couldn’t go outside. it was huge and took up all the window space in the living room and got so wide i had to move the furniture to make more room for it, i still miss it’

27 thoughts on “tipota and the lemon tree

    1. It’s not very clear in the picture but that is inside her house, so the cushion is pissed off because the tree is way too big and the leaves are getting everywhere and the birds are pooping on things – ha,ha.

    1. Thanks Ashley – tipota’s work has fairy tale aspects and when she made the comment I immediately thought that it was like something out of a fairy tale or nursery rhyme. I can just see her sitting in her living room surrounded by a giant lemon tree (it looked better in my imagination).

  1. Bravo Gabrielle, a mixed media fun drawing, well done!
    Love your poem too.
    I have a similar story. I planted a grapefruit seed about 28 years ago. It is now a tree, in a very small pot and showing all the torture of clipping I have been doing. Outside in the summer, inside in the winter. Never had a flower neither a fruit. Last week we had snow and it is the only plant I did not cover, and feeling guilty I promised a bigger pot if it survived! Sure it did.

    1. That’s amazing Ben – 28 years (it must be tough). I might keep working on that picture – it sort of looks like outside, not inside like it’s supposed to. I wanted to include a cat as well. Tessa says I cheated because I cut out tipota’s picture (instead of drawing her) – ha,ha.

  2. I love the art, I love Tipota’s lemon tree story and now I have a new blog to visit and enjoy by another gifted artist. 🙂 Hmmm…now I’m having a craving for lemon meringue pie.

  3. gabrielle! ha ha! that is exactly what it looked like! the cushion on the couch-how did you know? hahahahaha
    what a surprise and thanks! xxx

  4. Everything about this is so cool. It’s a like a big group hug for writers. I love when something someone says acts as inspiration. Tipota has woven a fairy tale with her ever-growing lemon tree that has inspired and enriched us all. So lovely!

  5. It is a lovely thing to have such a strong relationship with a plant / tree. I have many plants inside & wonder if they feel incarcerated in their pots & long to get outside with their mates, or whether they feel smug & the ” chosen ones” for being inside with special nurturing via the weekly watering & monthly seaweed fix. Who was the dominant one in Tipota’s relationship with her lemon tree? A beautiful poem Gabrielle.

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