It's lemon pickin' time in Yuma. The workers are plucking lemons like crazy. Truck beds are piled high with the yellow fruit as they run back and forth on the highways. Lemon trees have very sharp thorns so the workers wear long heavy gloves up to their elbows. They stand on ladders to pick and then the lemons are put into wooden crates and dumped into the trucks. The groves are lush and beautiful right now, but my favorite time will come next March when they bloom. The aroma smells like the nectar of the gods as it wafts through the air on a balmy evening. No wonder fancies turn to love in the Spring.
1 comment:
what a wonderful post I can smell the hint of lemon in the air. Got groceries last night still can't believe the cost of fruit and veggies in the stores, you are lucky you can get the freshest good stuff where you are.
Hugs
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