Last year I bought my wife a birthday surprise present: A Lemon Tree.
Yes, I live in a city apartment, I know, but I was promised this tree will be fine, and suited for in house, sun bathed, watered carefully life.
So, the gardener came in with the tree, planted it in an enormous flowerpot, and left me with a list of to-do’s and lots of mud to clean up.
My wife (and Cashew, to say the least) were thrilled and we all danced around the tree in joy and happiness (well, maybe except for the part of the dance). The tree was fine for a few months, even blossomed and scented the house, but then got ill, and slowly faded away.
Today it was time to say goodbye. Tons of soil went into black plastic bags, and slowly revealed what was left from the tree: Roots. Roots of a lemon tree.