when lemons come my way

Dropped my phone on the pavement – cracked my screen. Stubbed my toe on the sofa leg – dislocated it (my toe, unfortunately, not the sofa). Flipped a spoon out of the sink while washing it – bruised my ankle.

Did I mention that I had a klutzy day?

After a sleep, I am dealing with the aftermath. Loving Husband didn’t bat an eyelid at my sadly spidered phone screen, although he is fastidious about buying shock-proof cases & screen protectors for all our devices. My screen protector cracked a few weeks ago so we removed it. Given the current shut-in, we delayed getting a new one which is how I find myself in this bind. He called our Phone Guy and made an appointment to have the screen replaced today. Fortunately, it will not cost an arm & a leg to replace.

Loving Husband splinted my toe this morning and I am able to walk mostly normally. The bruise on my other ankle seems to have subsided from the Arnica I took last night. And so, I go about my business of the morning to deal with lemons.

Last week, my mother gifted me with 10 lemons (I already had 7 sitting in my fridge) She has a neighbour whose brother has copious quantities of excess fruit & vegetables from their wholesale business. For some strange reason, they have produce which they can’t sell. So, we are the happy recipients.

I find myself making a second Lemon Drizzle Cake this week (and lots of dreamy cloud-like Lemon Cookies, which I will share another day). I am very excited to be able to bake this for Su‘s Virtual Tea Party tomorrow. Hope you will come join us!