When I went to the sink this morning to rinse my breakfast dishes, I was greeted by this welcome sight: they are Meyer lemon trees in their infancy. I counted at least six little sprouts, and couldn’t have had a better Mother’s Day surprise, as I had given up the seeds as duds (or else killed by my black thumb). I planted them the first week of March, and after eight weeks of carefully moistening the soil, I gave up the enterprise at the beginning of May. Apparently all they needed was a bit of neglect…