This is our third Meyer Lemon tree and our first crop.

I’m grateful for what our first two trees taught us.

Wisdom shared.

This is a poem written by my Great Great Grandmother, Jemima Erskine Rush. Written during the Great War, 1914-1918, in which she lost three sons.

LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE

Better to walk on the Sunny side

Than to stand in the dark and cold, 

Better to brighten another life

And leave your sorrow untold.

Better to make the best of things

Whatever your lot may be

Better to float in a world like this

Than sink in sorrow's deep sea,

Better to hope for brighter days

Though the clouds around hang low, 

Better to carry a cheerful heart

And you in grace will grow.

We have a couple of her poems, published in a little book called Jemima, written by her grand daughter Connie.

I wish we had more. More poems, more stories.

Best moment yesterday, bedtime, reading Stig of the Dump. The Snargets running for their lives from Stig, screaming out for help, ‘Aaaaaaoooower! It’s a kye, it’s a kye, it’s a kye, it’s a kye, it’s a KYVE man!’. Made us laugh til we cried.

Yesterday’s harvest 🌱

Have a wonderful day!