When my parents left my childhood home, with its rich sandy loam and lovingly tended orchards and vineyards, for a postage stamp lot on a golf course, Dad planted a dwarf Meyer Lemon in a large pot and placed it in an area of dappled sun and, whenever I’d visit, that darn thing was covered in fruit. I couldn’t get enough of the slightly sweet tangy flavor in ice tea, water and heavenly desserts. Then I toured a friends’ greenhouse in the Reno Nevada area – elevation about 4,500 feet - and was surprised to find a mature Meyer Lemon tree covered in bright yellow fruit.My friend said it was practically trouble free and produced consistently.She too, loves the unusually sweet fruit, especially in mid-winter.
That did it! The first major botanic purchase I made when we moved into our rustic solar home was – you got it – a dwarf Meyer Lemon tree.The little thing came wrapped in burlap with bare roots and a couple of strong branches.We dedicated a pop-out in the south wall
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