When life gives you lemons.


It’s an unsettled feeling, cleaning out your home so it can receive the tender, loving care it deserves because of all the tender, loving care it provides to you. The nervous excitement mixed with pure anxiety over unanswered questions can overwhelm.

And then one afternoon as you pack up more boxes, you find a bounty of lemons in your front console, hand-picked by your young son who tells you: it is time to make lemonade.