So, this is our little lemon tree. We've had it for two years, and this will be its third summer. I knew it would grow slowly, but it is still in a pot, which is a good thing since we live in northern Illinois, where it was 95 degrees today, and will be 60 tomorrow. It gets brought inside on those cold nights....poor widdle baby! So, last summer, it sprouted its first lemon. Well, it had two at one point, but I looked at the little one sideways one day and it just fell off, right onto the deck, with a thud. We had to prop up that one lemon because it got so fat and heavy, the tree's little dinky branches couldn't hold it. But, alas, finally, it was ready to be plucked, and I actually used it--the juices went into a nice shrimp dish I made. This summer so far, we have 14 damned lemons growing on this poor excuse for a tree. It IS the Charlie Brown lemon tree. I will let you all know when the 14 lemons are old enough to attend parties where they can mingle with some vodka and ice.