A few months after Kylie and I got married, Kylie bought a lemon tree for a pot on the back patio, and I was almost immediately delusional with visions of pitcher after pitcher of fresh lemonade I would be drinking later in the summer as I basked in the sun on the back patio while reading a good book or two. In my utopia Mia was even bringing me fresh strawberries on demand.  In real life, none of those things happened.  The lemon tree - unbeknownst to me - in most cases takes years to bear its first fruit.  My body currently looks like it hasn't seen the sun since 2002.  I've started about 8 books since the beginning of the year and haven't finished any of them.  And Mia, well, the only things she brings me are her ratty toys and dead birds. And little did I know that lemon trees aren't supposed to be subject to temperature below 40 degrees, so when Kylie asked me to bring the tree inside and put it in the bath tub in the master bathroom for the winter last year, I was like, Whuh?? Fast forward to 2 weeks ago, and our little expriment in patience was finally rewarded as we picked two whole lemons off our little tree.  Wo-hoo!  While not exactly the bountiful crop I was hoping for (or even enough to make a glass of fresh lemonade), that's not too bad considering it's only been about a year and half since we planted the tree.  Next year I'm retiring on the harvest from our little lemon maker.

Hey look... Kylie's checkin' out her lemons.

In other news, lots of things to post in the near future including a few new client sessions and a tutorial on how I create my black & white finish for my images.  Until then, you'll have to exercise a little patience of your own, grasshoppers.