when life gives you lemons

This morning I was zesting lemons to make lemon and poppy seed scones, and I was thinking about Daddy. We'd be out running errands in the Suburban, and when he'd pull into the driveway on Colby Street and see that another lemon had fallen from the tree, he'd say "Ah! The lemon gods have blessed us with another lemon!" And we'd pick up the fallen lemons and put them on the kitchen counter. Soon there would be enough of those blessings to make a pitcher of lemonade.

Sure do miss him.