God is in details, I am supposed to believe, but I was having trouble finding him inside that lemon tree.
Actually, I didn’t even realize the darn thing was a tree. It looked like a plant, although a tree is a plant, I’ve since learned.
“You mean to tell me that’s a lemon tree?” I incredulously asked my wife. “It looks like a plain ol’ plant to me.” (“And a scrawny one at that,” but I kept my assessment to myself, for Lori seemed attracted to the tree, for some reason.)