Posted by on Mar 23, 2019 | 18 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You want me to help pick lemons?  Can’t you see I’m BATHING?

Well, yesterday mama and her helper (not me, haha) picked about a gazillion lemons from our tree, because the little flowers are appearing and they need all the nourishment for the next lemon growth, so we take away the big daddies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You have to carefully take off the zest with a carrot peeler, NO white part left on the long slivers of peel.

Mama has already starter her limoncello, a powerful, healing, lemon after-dinner digestive (at least that’s the excuse THEY give it, haha) and in two weeks, she’ll add the sugar syrup to cut the 99-proof alcohol that is used to make it.

Oh, boy, I do NOT get any of that, that’s for sure.  I’m already a bit wobbly on the paws some days, and that would put me over the top!

Makes great Christmas presents, however, and mama likes to start early.

Is she out of her mind or what?

And THEY think I’M eccentric! Whatever that is…

I mean, doesn’t EVERYONE sleep this way?