Driving through a back alley in the Valley last night, I came across a sprawling tree, its branches swaying in the wind, ghostly in the moonlight, heavy with pale, glowing fruit. I resolved to come back in the morning and take a photo. The tree has more fruit than leaves, and someone’s valiantly attempting to pick them–a ladder has been pulled up underneath the lowermost branches–but the owner can’t possibly hope to harvest them all from the short ladder.
Point of interest: this humble little house with its unabashedly prolific tree faces the alley, with no entrance or frontage on the main streets. Seems like a modest little home of this sort getting such a glorious tree in its yard is a form of nature’s justice. When I stopped to take the pics this morning the only activity in the cold alley was a manic chihuahua running amok, approx. 30 yards south, with a teenager chasing it around, trying to corral it back into a yard.
I know, you’ve all seen lemon trees before, but this one was just so jawdroppingly lovely I had to pull an “ICME“.
More pics behind the jump. Now, I wonder, can anyone estimate the number of lemons? It looks like there’s about 4.3 per square foot, but I can’t quite guesstimate how many square feet are in the tree. Bonus points for then figuring how many lemon meringue pies the whole tree could produce.
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