Arbors of roses, wisteria, grapes, long trusses of laburnum…timeless horticultural cliches under which one glides lost in the quandary of which Jane Austen heroine one resembles most. (Fanny Price of Mansfield Park.)
Never had I walked under an arbor of espaliered lemons, sun warming every pristine fruit and leaf, dappled light preventing scalding and burning of the fruit. An energizing saunter in which one plans feasts for dozens on long tables outdoors, plates piled with lemon risotto, fresh asparagus and artichokes drizzled in lemon. Lemons for homemade limoncello. The future is golden, sun-dappled, and limitless under a lemony tunnel.
The ‘Eureka’ lemon arbor at Lotusland, planted in 1988.
A magical place indeed, I feel fortunate to have walked there myself.
Elinor Dashwood here. How lucky we are to live in a climate where we could actually do this–if we only had the space !
Loree, I remember well your posts from the trip south, which is how I found your blog.
Kathy/Elinor, the idea could be adapted. It’d make a beautiful front yard boundary, wouldn’t it?