If you read the beginnings of this blog, you will see where its name came from and also how ironic it was (irony usually means to me that something was in synch, meaning was an act of synchronicity) that my daughter and granddaughter gave me a little homegrown lemon tree they grew from seed just when I had pulled out my old novel that sat in a drawer for nearly thirty years. I must tell you, for a while it was happy indoors in the winter in the sun in the northeast window where light was bright, but then, I had to sacrifice its place in that window in the sun due to something else I was not at all happy about and the lemon tree did die, unable to adjust to any new place of light. Moving it anywhere made it unhappy until it wilted and died.
It was when the lemon tree died that I stopped working on that novel and put it away again. It is now a few years later. After the New Year 2024, I plan on finishing the final draft of my old novel.
Meanwhile, I have been getting my small poetry and short fiction chapbooks out of my hair, to get things rolling off the press.
When I get back to my novel, I plan to buy a more full grown lemon tree, to stand beside my pineapple palm tree. I hope they will be great friends. The pineapple loves its window. I hope the lemon tree will too.
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