The other day, Fé told me a beautiful story about a lemon tree.
It stood in the middle of a little village (I forgot its name, something very creative) and there were huge round yellow lemons hanging from it. All the animals from the village (a crocodile, a rabbit, a bear, and a mouse) stared at it every day and it made them happy. One day, the rabbit wondered why it had lemons, for he had rather wanted apples that one can eat. And he said so to the tree.
The next morning, when the animal villagers got up and convened, as was usual, at the market square in the middle of the tiny village, they saw, to their surprise, that the lemon tree had brought forth apples. Why, the rabbit asked the lemon tree, did you give us apples? To which the lemon tree replied: I give lemons for joy, and apples for food. Whatever it is, ask, and you shall receive. (The next day, the lemon tree grew jars of honey for the bear, and the day after that, cubes of cheese for the mouse.)
Huh.
So I had to sew that tree. I'm not sure yet how to tackle the jars of honey, but I will get there. Also, neither Fe nor I know what the tree ended up offering to the crocodile for food. Antelopes?
Happy Thursday to all.
PS. It's -22 degrees Celsius here, brr. After 4 years here, I t h i n k I need to admit it to myself and go buy real winter clothes.)
PPS When I was 13, I was addicted to this song. Haha, happy 90s.
