Citrus Fiesta

Let the citrus fiesta begin!

To begin my citrus extravaganza I am posting a poem I wrote and picture I drew from 2010 ๐Ÿ™‚


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 lemonโ€™s great ambitions
and spaces between the tree shrank
until tipota could hardly move

but she minded not
for she loved that lemon tree.


Iโ€™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 Iโ€™m concerned. Tipota commented recently on my poem Twisted Lemon. Here is her comment:

โ€˜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 โ€“ begging to be planted, it already had a thin green sprout. it grew into a tree, in successively larger pots until there werenโ€™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 couldnโ€™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 itโ€™


Note: There is still time for people to send me stuff (pictures would be good ๐Ÿ˜‰ )