We have a lemon tree. We bought it several years ago for about $25. It wasn't much to look at, just a few sticks in the dirt, but it was full of blooms, and it smelled wonderful. We figured we had to start somewhere, and it would soon grow into a charming little tree full of lemons like I see in magazines.
Well, not so much. It's still a pitiful looking thing, no closer to becoming a tree. It flourishes every spring when we put it outside and then barely manages to hang on through the winter while it resides in the upstairs bath. Every so often it will burst into bloom, reminding us of why we wanted a lemon tree to begin with.
It has managed to squeeze out a few lemons. There are several tiny ones on there right now, and this is the big daddy of the bunch, measuring in at about an inch. One thing about these lemons: They take their time.
So we'll hang in there with it. Hopefully it will survive another winter. Hopefully we'll see this lemon grow. We have faith.