She stepped on a lemon and the bursts of yellow sour flavours filled my life with such happiness that I needed to write poetry about the whole ordeal. The perfect yellow fruit, her sour fingers, the look on her face, the happiness that burst from her presence, and the remembering of our youthful life. I decided to write a series of haiku poems about her and the yellow fruit, the symbolic yellow dress that she wore in my mind. (The girl, @urban.scout, recently posted a book review in which she used some of the other Lemon photographs, if you are interested in some more photographs.)

In this post, I want to share with you some Lemony Yellow photographs of the girl I could never write. She also grabbed the camera from me and turned me into the subject as well. She told me to share them as well. So, I share with you some of her work as well. Betwixt the photographs, in my interspersed fashion, I share some of my poetry as well. Lemony Haikus. Please do enjoy.

Postscriptum, or A Lemony Event

I love lemons, I use them almost always in my cooking. They always remind me of rosemary which reminds me of my childhood. @urban.scout has her own reminders of lemons. It was inevitable that we would use lemons in our creative work sometimes. This is the beginning of a fruity exploration! We are lucky to have excellent lemons here in South Africa, which definitely influence our cooking. Various recipes call for lemon. And I use lemon juice in my cooking as well.

In any case, I really hope that you enjoyed these photographs and the poems. I hope that, if life gives you lemons, you will make some fresh lemonade!

Keep well and stay safe.

All of the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D3200 and Nikkor 50mm lens, either by myself or by @urban.scout (taking photographs of me). The writings and poetry are my own writing, albeit inspired by the scent of lemons!