Ordinarily, pruning branches in our condo complex is something our landscape crew attends to. But they haven’t appeared lately. So, last week Tom and I dusted off our hedge trimmers. We gave haircuts to the fig and orange trees in our row. We didn’t mind. We had the time, energy and motivation.
Today, I stood in front of our mid-century condo. Gazing east as the morning light forced me to shield my eyes. Surveying the overgrown boughs of a luscious lemon tree that shrouded the sidewalk to our parking lot. Hands on hips, I uttered these seven words:
I think I’ll prune the lemon tree.
Yes, a guy born and raised in the Midwest, near towering oaks and majestic maples that abandon their leaves every October, now trims fragrant citrus fruits in autumn and says these peculiar things. Who is this crazy person? Where did this new language come from?
Let me be clear. This wasn’t the first time I was privy to this sort of newfangled, desert phraseology. In the fall of 2017, just a few months after my husband and I left Illinois and moved into our Arizona condo, he shouted the following previously undocumented sentence as I wrote at my desk:
There’s a lizard in the sink.
As calmly as possible, I pressed “save” on whatever I was writing and scampered into the kitchen to see what Tom had discovered. Indeed, there was a lizard in the trap of the sink. He was no more than two inches long and frozen like a tiny statue exhumed from an archaeological dig. I’m sure he was frightened by the two giant heads peering down at him.
If you’re an animal lover like we are, you’ll be delighted to learn that we didn’t freak out and smash him in the sink. Instead, we kept our wits. We scooped him onto a piece of paper and carried him outside to safety.
Slowly, he slithered off into the desert landscape to resume his natural existence. Just a few yards away from where the freshly shorn fig, orange and lemon trees live in this sun-drenched land of sand and saguaros.
I never thought I’d live here. Oh, lemon trees and lizards, I never thought I’d say and hear such things.
The thought of having fresh citrus fruit off trees whenever you want seems like a dream. I would grow a lime tree so I always had lime for my seltzer.
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It’s a great part of living here in the winter.
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Very funny, Mark. Yes, you’re vocabulary has changed as a result of your move to southwest. What a blessing?!!
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And you’ve been a part of both lives, Todd … there in Illinois and here in AZ. That makes me happy!!
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It’s a good life here. Lemon trees and lizards are far removed from my lifelong Illinois existence, too, but I wouldn’t trade them now for anything.
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I wouldn’t either, Tom. I’m thankful for all of it.
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