Half a lemon each, a spoon in hand and the sugar jar in our lap. Sitting on the trampoline on a warm summers day is a distinct memory of my cousin and I many moons ago. Two girls. Footloose and fancy free. The warm breeze in our hair. Chatting about everything and nothing. Our dreams, our friends, the big issues. All the time in the world. A sprinkling of sugar, a taste of the sweet juice, another sprinkling of sugar, and on it would go! Where did that time go?
I love love love lemons! Lemon juice, lemon water, lemon cake, lemon slice.
Lemon lifts. Lemon builds. Lemon cuts through sweet and salty. Lemon adds another dimension.