I picked two Meyer lemons off the tree outside of my house where I live alone and where you do not live with me. There are other ways to say that but since I was still a bit sour I had to frame it up like that, make a statement in black-and-white. But it can never hold, that black-and-white way. I never want it like that. I’m just too much of a color wheel now to limit myself to statements like that, and I know it, so I buck up and I say, “Well, what can you do? What will you do now with all of this tartness and all of this yellow?”
