Gathering Lemons

 

Once a week or so I get a text from Max asking if there 

are still lemons on my tree 

and if he could come over and get a few.

 

 

In full gear--helmet, face mask, and backpack, he arrives.

We keep 6 feet apart.

 

 

It's my job to watch his bike on the front lawn while he dips around back to pick, 

but this time I snuck back for a sec to get a shot of him in action.

 

The lemons are loaded into his backpack and he rides home--

probably to make organic, healthy and really sweet lemonade.