Ana is showing her mom the giant lemons that grow right outside my kitchen door. They are so heavy that many of the branches are almost sweeping the ground, laden with "Limon Real", one of the many varieties growing profusely in the area. Between the first ripe lemon, and the last, there are few months of the year when I don't have fresh lemon juice.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Ana and the Giant Lemon
Posted by Anne Lossing at 9:50 a.m.
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