Lemon Haze

Been having a little break this week but I had to get back into it due to the wonderful Gabrielle Bryden and her Citrus Week celebrating all things lemony, orangey, mandariney, limey (you get the picture…) Please go to her blog and enjoy the amazing art, poems, recipes. It’s all there. I couldn’t resist joining in the fun even though I am too late to submit anything.

So I’ll post my story here instead. Thanks for the inspiration, Gabe.

Lottie Leavensworth hated lemons. Her mother, Lorelai Logan Leavensworth, had read in Fantastic Parenting Weekly that lemons not only kept a child’s digestive tract free of infection but stimulated brain development. Research showed a correlation between regular ingestion of lemon juice and a genius level I.Q.

Lottie’s mother always took heed of correlations, consequently deciding to serve something lemony with every meal. It started off simply enough with lemon juice dressing in salad, a twist of lemon in the morning brew and lemon zest curls in the icing of the cupcakes Lottie favoured for afternoon tea. But very quickly it grew to sweet and sticky lemon chicken; whole baked fish with lemon slices for scales; lemon delicious pudding. Lemon meringue pie. Lemon butter on lemon-scented scones. Pork stuffed with lemon, sage and thyme served on a bed of apples infused with lemon. Lemon gelato. Roasted fennel with lemon stuffing. Lemon and rosemary roast chicken. Lemon and strawberry muffins. Lemon syllabub.

Initially Lottie didn’t mind the abundance of lemon-inspired dishes but on the day she found home made lemonade bulging with half a sliced lemon in her school lunchbox instead of her favourite apple and pear juice Popper; and a container of candied lemon peel instead of her beloved yoghurt-topped muesli bars, Lottie saw red or in this case – yellow.

When she got home from school she decided to broach the subject of lemon overload with her mother but Lorelai Logan was busy getting her new Italian designer kitchen installed. In stunning shades of limonata.

Lottie realised she needed to enlist the help of her siblings, Lightning Lou Leavensworth, so named for the fact that their mother went into labour with him during a thunderstorm and that he came into the world when a lightning bolt struck the roof of the maternity hospital, causing a blackout; and L’il Lola Leavensworth, named after Large Lola, the Leavensworth matriarch.

Lightning Lou was on board straight away. ‘My smile is turning sour,’ he said. ‘Too many lemons.’ This was a big admission for Lightning Lou who was renowned for his smile. At 8 years old he was already a ladies’ man with his dazzling smile. ‘He’ll be a leading man on the stage, mark my words,’ Large Lola was fond of saying.

Li’l Lola didn’t say much. She was only two years old. But whenever she saw a lemon she loudly proclaimed: ‘No. NO!’ pointing at it with her finger as if she was trying to zap it into oblivion.

Lottie knew it was time to act. The man installing the kitchen had left a floorboard loose at he side of the stove.  There was a deep hole beneath it, a cavern. ‘I think that goes all the way to Antarctica,’ said Lightning Lou.

Lottie and Lou gathered up all the lemons in the house. The jams, the chutneys, the marmalades and the particularly sour and pungent lemon pickle Lorelai made for Large Lola which she ate with gusto, with aged cheddar. They put them all in the hole beneath the floorboard by the stove, making sure the floorboard looked undisturbed.

Every day they picked out the lemons from their food, stashing them beneath the floorboard. They did it for days. They did it for weeks. They poured their lemonade, their lemon punch, their lemon sparklers through the cracks.

Li’l Lola turned out to have a nose as good as any sniffer dog when it came to lemons, finding them in remote corners of the pantry or lodged in the far reaches of her mother’s shopping baskets. ‘NO!’ she said, pointing to the lemony culprits, which her brother and sister promptly shoved beneath the floorboard.

One morning Lou shook Lottie awake shortly after dawn.

‘There’s a tree in the kitchen,’ he said.

The kitchen was lopsided, full of bumps and lumps as if it was built on an uneven rock face. Leaves were growing through the floor, through the walls and windows. Small branches were coming under the kitchen door. An enormous limb plunged out of the place under the loose floorboard, big as a giant’s arm.

The kitchen was groaning, swerving, capsizing. Lorelai ran in, her hands to her mouth. ‘What’s going on?’ she said.

L’il Lola, teddy bear in one hand, prodigal lemon in the other shouted ‘NO!’ throwing the lemon towards the huge branch issuing from beneath the floor that seemed to be growing by the minute.

There was a cracking, a splitting, an unsettling rumbling deep within the earth.

‘There’s a storm brewing,’ said Lightning Lou who could sniff out a storm the way L’il Lola could sniff out lemons.

Lightning Lou was right. The floor shifted, tilted. The Leavensworths fell backwards, all the way back into the living room where they tumbled and rolled and landed on the couch.

There was an almighty thwack and the tree, which turned out to be a lemon tree, bedecked as it was with the yellow fruit, thrust its way up out of the earth, pulling the kitchen and the wall between it and the living room with it. Up and up it rose. Like a helium balloon set free, like a kite caught on the wind. Like a rocket.

It was the biggest tree the Leavensworths had ever seen. Bigger than the kitchen, bigger than the house. The lemons it contained were the size of footballs, filling the air with citrus-y vibrance.

Up and up it went, taking Lorelai’s brand new kitchen in stunning shades of limonata with it.

‘It’s going to Mars,’ said Lightning Lou.

‘It’s going to the moon,’ said Lottie.

The top of the tree and the kitchen were soon out of sight. The Leavensworths wondered how far it would actually go, they wondered if it would break through the atmosphere, and then all of a sudden there was a snap, a slit in the sky and the earth shuddered.

The tree burst into yellow light, beautiful as stardust. It glowed and it shimmered for almost a minute; wondrous, a marvel, and then it was gone. All that remained was a hole in the side of the house and the smell of freshly squeezed lemons, zesty, zingy, filling the air with a vivid vigour.

‘Well, you know what this means?’ said Lorelai Logan Leavensworth. ‘No more lemons.’

‘NO!’ agreed L’il Lola, pointing to the sky.

‘I was getting sick of lemons, to be honest,’ said Lorelai. ‘Apparently, blueberries are better for you, anyway.’

29 thoughts on “Lemon Haze

  1. Bwahahahaha – that is the most hilarious story Selma – where the hell do you get this stuff! In my head I saw it as a comic with all the cartoon characters and the lemony stuff. I love the names (reminds me of some of the wonderful names that squirrel comes up with). Thanks for throwing your story into the citrus fiesta – yayay!


    1. These stories just pop into my head, Gabe. It’s very weird. This was so much fun to write. I absolutely loved it. Citrus fiesta rules!!!


  2. Hi Selma,
    A wonderful story, I had it pictured a bit like Jack in the Beanstalk style, I loved it.

    You will laugh, but it took me 4 goes to actually read this. As soon as I started reading, the heavens opened up again wildly, so I jumped up to shut all the windows in the house, sat down and started again, then the dog went wild, I could go on but it has been one of those days. 😀


    1. Your day sounds like one of my stories, Mags. LOL. I thought of the story as a bit like Jack In The Beanstalk too but I also drew on what I did as a kid where I put food I didn’t like in the indoor plants. I was such a little brat. Haha. I am SO GLAD you liked the story. Thank you.


  3. Now, go down to the library, and take out ‘Driving over Lemons’ and ‘Bitter Lemons in Cyprus’! 😀


    1. I want to read those books. Driving Over Lemons is the one where the Englishman sets up a farm in Spain, right? That one sounds really good. I’ll see if the local library has them!


  4. Starting with the first hilarious lines and Fantastic Parenting Weekly and taking heed of correlations, this was endlessly funny both in content and voice. I couldn’t believe how many dishes you came up with and the ending was crazy surreal. Clearly, her children had become geniuses, even though, as they drilled into us in graduate school: Correlation is not Causation.


    1. I watch too many cooking shows on TV for my own good, I suspect. Haha. I have known a few women like Lorelai who are just over the top about parenting and would subscribe to Fantastic Parenting Weekly in a heartbeat.

      I am laughing so much about your correlation is not causation comment. I can’t even type. I think when you throw the power of the lemon into the mix the lines between correlation and causation might just become blurred. Too funny 😆 😆 😆


  5. Hi Selma cute story that struck a chord with this limey who feels deprived if he can’t have the juice of a couple of limes in his evening tipple…


    1. You better watch that lime intake, Iain. You never know what could happen. So nice to see you. I really mean that. Happy New Year!!!


  6. ROTFLOL! Selma, you are a talent. I loved this marvellous Roald Dahlesque tale 😀 The names, alone, are a feat of creative imagination!


  7. I loved it Selma! I thought ti read a bit like a Robert Munsch type story, who I adored reading to the kids when they were young! And a bit like Dr Suess without the rhymes but still with the wonderful play on names and yea I agree with bluebee that it’s a bit of Roald Dahl as well. Excellent writing girlie and THIS is the imagination and creativity I was talkin about!


    1. Awww. That means so much to me, Cathy. How kind you are. I actually wouldn’t mind writing for kids. I felt really good and uplifted after this. It was so much fun!!!


  8. Hahaha! “Lightning Lou who could sniff out a storm the way L’il Lola could sniff out lemons.” So funny, Sel. I loved it! The story unfolded with such imagery, It was like watching a movie. Well done!


  9. Hee hee. that is so entertaining and descriptive and funny. Love it. I am feeling rather peckish for something citrusy now. Hope you have a lovely lemon-scented, lemon-coloured week!


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