Upon our return from skiing this past weekend (sans pugs! quelle horreur!), we found the temperature to be a balmy 70 degrees. Time for yard work! Music to the ears of any warm-blooded man who's been dying to watch the recorded NFL playoffs for the past 72 hours.
While harvesting the lemons from our happily productive lemon tree, I came upon this behemoth.
I'm not even sure it's a lemon. Observe the normal-sized citrus right next to it.
I cut it open, thinking that maybe it had eaten another lemon in the middle of the night.