Sorry, lengthy, but a strange and exotic story if you stick with me. Back in '09, I decided, being an Italian girl, I’d like to have a lemon tree. Other Italians here in Connecticut have them, so why couldn’t I?
I purchased a semi-dwarf Meyer lemon tree from my local garden center, named it Limona Lemon Tree, bought it a pretty pot and placed it on the deck of my townhouse.
As it grew colder, I brought Limona into the living room. In about January or February, the tree began to bloom and filled the room with a lovely jasmine-like fragrance. I bragged to everyone about just how lovely the blooms were and how pretty it smelled.
Well, next thing you know, I got sick with some sort of allergy flare. Unusual for that time of year, but a week later, I was back in biz. At the time, I worked in an office and wasn’t sitting at home with my tree all day.
The following year, just about the same time (hmm, are you catching on yet?), once again, I got sick as a dog. But now I worked at home almost full-time and, despite a host of pharmaceuticals and steroids, I could not shake whatever was making me sick. All of a sudden, it occurred to me: I WAS ALLERGIC TO LIMONA! I explained this to my allergist, who shook his head with a tsk-tsk and said, “Get rid of it!” You got it, Dr. S. So, Limona went off to live with her grandmother (HA HA) and I occasionally get fruit. It was like living in the middle of an orchard in my own living room. What a nightmare!
In closing, that same year, I wanted to learn to make a video. Fun if you like black cats and lemon trees: