Isn't it kind of weird how you miss the little things about home? Like it goes without saying that I miss my hairy four-legged baby (Oslo) and family and friends. But I also really miss shooting out to the backyard in my slippers, to grab a couple of lemons off the tree to have with the fish Carl had just caught, or to put in a hot lemon drink. And of course, because I'd be heading outside, Oslo would be right on my tail, expecting that I was outside to throw a stick for him, or go for a walk to the beach. And he'd gallop around me, all excited for the potential outdoor adventure that was about to take place. So I would take my time grabbing the lemons, have a quick nosey at the goings-on over the back fence; maybe the cows would be out in the paddock, or there would be some clouds looming around and settling in over the hills. Then I'd pick up a stick for the four-legged excited thing and jump around with him for a bit, then stroll back inside with the just-picked lemons for our fish or cuppa.
It's just not the same paying 89cents each for NZ meyer lemons at Wholefoods.
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