I am emotionally attached to my lemons and lemon trees. It's an unexplainable and totally weird feeling but it's that way, I can't help it. Every time someone tries to approach my lemon trees I feel nervous.
Now yesterday I came to know that some kids stole lemons from my tree and no need to say that I was angry, firstly because they could have asked. Of course, I would have said no, but they would have had the great feeling of having been polite. Secondly because I know they are going to sell those lemons or do something weird with them, as I doubt they were actually planning a pitcher of chilled lemon juice. Duh!
Now now people will call me of all names saying how cruel I am for not letting people pick lemon from my trees. I am not that mean. Once an old lady was passing by and offered me ten rupees for 4 lemons, and I gave them to her freely. OK, I know that won't give me a place next to Mother Theresa, wherever she might be, but that sure made you think I am relatively nice, huh?
Something has got to be done to prevent future lemon thefts and I'm off to trim my lemon trees and count my lemons. So long dudettes and dudes and my crazy aliens.
P.S: My toe is fine. :D