The Lime Tree

For Christmas this year, Charlie bought me a lime tree. Well, actually, it kind of went like this:
~Late November~
Julianna: "Sweetie, did you know that you can buy lime trees?"
Charlie: "yeah?"
Julianna: "Yeah, and you can grow them in pots. And then you have lots of limes.
Charlie: "Oh."
Julianna: "Yeah. That would be so cool. To have a lime tree. I never remember to buy limes at the store. Yum."

~A few weeks later...~
Julianna: "Good news! You bought me my Christmas present!"

And so the lime trees arrived at our house. We got one for my mom and one for me. They were lovely and fragrant and stately. I doted on them. Mom's tree made it safely to her home for Christmas. Mine... lost leaves.

And then it lost more leaves.
So I watered it more. And it lost more leaves.
So I watered it less. And it lost more leaves.

Now, my mother isn't what you'd call a green thumb. So here's her tree, thriving away... Mine:

Awesome.


I finally got my act together and wrote to the nursery and asked if they would pretty please honor their guarantee to give me a tree that wouldn't die in a matter of months. And, lo and behold! It came via UPS *today*!

Let me tell you. It is even prettier than the first! Lush in color, lovely in shape, and speckled with blooms and the teeniest, tiniest limes! It is happily potted, covered against the cold, and sitting in a big, draining sort of pot on our patio.

I am going to own the gimlet this year.