• The lemon tree has always been part of my life. It is something that mothers sit under; little boys pee on and darling fur babies are buried beside or die under. Couples hold hands in the evening shade and smile and exchange sweet nothings under lemon trees. They are wonderful trees. 

They give us joy in their shade; joy in their fruit and comfort in their very existence. They titillate our taste buds, smell magnificent and look somehow comforting. I love lemon trees.

 

 

Burt Munro: " Oh yes, ah, you can pee on my lemon tree for me if you like, while I'm away. And ah… "  (looks at Tom who is shaking his head vigorously). " Well, there's nothing wrong with peeing on your lemon tree. As Confucius used to say, it's the best natural fertiliser in the world." 
Tom: " Who's Confucius?" 
Burt Munro: " Oh, he's some bloke who lives up in Dunedin. " 

Once, our Mother ( you know her as Redhead ) told us all to do the dishes and she went and sat outside under the lemon tree to read a book while we three kids – along with Dad – washed the dishes and cleaned up after dinner. We all got angry with Dad and blamed him because “ she “ was outside “ doing nothing! “.

Dad told us that until we could buy our own groceries and buy our own house, we would do as we were told. He reminded us that she had worked hard all day to provide a safe and happy home for us. In short, stop moaning and do the dishes.

As I grew older, I was cast upon the world to make my own decisions. I made a success of things and a complete mess of things, not necessarily in equal proportions.

I became a parent and quickly learned that parenthood and being “the boss” was both a blessing and a curse.

Being the boss is hard work. It requires being unpopular and making tough decisions. Saying “ No “ is not easy sometimes. But it needs to be said, nonetheless.

Political events, inconsistent governmental control and laws are stifling our voices and our actions. There has been a dramatic shift in the way things work. Youngsters are being encouraged to parrot the latest in on-trend mantras and adults are increasingly being censored. The parental role is being overshadowed by MSM, Activists and Civil Libertarians.

In short, the kids want to sit under the lemon tree despite having not lifted a finger all day.

When I reflect upon how very quickly we have descended into complete insanity, I wonder if we can get out of this as quickly?

My Mum and Dad, like so very many others around the world, worked hard.

They earned the right to sit under the lemon tree in the early evening while the next generation picked up a dish cloth and cleared the table.

My darling cat Bridget passed away under Redhead's lemon tree - as did her beloved Jack Russell. 

Lemon trees seem to have some sort of power ... 

Tragically, and frighteningly, so many people today would never plant the lemon tree in the first place, never get to enjoy its shade and gentle perfume in the breeze and never let it grow to maturity before chopping it down in a mad fit of an hysterical tantrum.

They will never know the love and respect that can be gained from planting a healthy seed and watching it grow.

 

They will never experience the joy of achieving something worthwhile.

All this mob of haters and troublemaking, permanently and perpetually outraged bludgers know is how to hate, destroy and loathe.

We need to get the grownups back in charge and get these tantrum throwing lazy little sexually confused, ill educated, brainwashed spoiled brats back in the kitchen; give them some chores and tell them the truth:

That they will be going to bed without any supper if they don’t pull their weight, do as they are told and stop being an embarrassment to themselves and to others.

Because they WILL go without supper if they don’t stop this carnage and, to be honest, if it carries on much longer, they won’t even have a bed to sleep in. Let alone a home.

And neither will we.

As night falls on our freedoms,  we have a narrow window of opportunity to set things right. But the window is closing. Unless and until we get the grownups back in charge, western civilisation is over. Communism will come in, under the guise of Socialism. If that happens, the tantrum-throwing leftie luvvies won’t know what has struck them.

The solution lies with getting the " kids " back doing the dishes , letting the adults do their job of running the show. 

Yes, believe it or not, there is a lot to love about lemon trees. 

When I was a youngster, my mother and father took care of me and my siblings. They were in charge. In exchange, I was provided with 3 meals a day, a sound education, a warm and clean home to live in, a comfortable and safe bed to sleep in and someone who looked after me when I was sick or injured.

And getting to sit under the lemon tree was a RIGHT, not a privilege.

Much like our Veterans. They have EARNED the shade, the comfort and the idle time in an afternoon, under a lemon tree... not a cold park bench.

Please - can we get some sanity back and remember when we cared and looked after our own? 

Get the kids back in the kitchen and our vets and elderly under the lemon tree dishing out the orders. 

 

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