Today we made lemonade.
Jack and Will and their friends pulled
fat meyer lemons off our lemon hedge.
I have never heard of a lemon hedge but we have one
or at least we have a tree shaped like a hedge
and the lemons that grow on it are fantastic.
They picked over 20 of them because we were good and thirsty.
We doubled the recipe.
I halved the lemons and the kids took turns
juicing them into a measuring cup.
We made a syrup of sugar water and lemon juice.
Then we mixed it with water, poured it over ice and drank it in.
It was summer in a glass.
The kids came back for seconds, thirds and fourths.
Now I am all for country time.
A little powdered lemon drink will do in a pinch,
throw a couple of lemon slices in and you're golden.
But there really is something to be said for the real thing.
No funky aftertaste or powder particles drifting in your cup.
No neon yellow color or artificial flavor.
There is a magic in the squeezing, the heating of the syrup,
the mixing of the juice and the anticipation of the sweet and sour
bursting upon the tongue.
It's hard work. You have to wait for it. And it's messy.
But the taste is like sweet sunshine.
I guess it is like life.
The more you pour into it, the sweeter it is.