i bought a lemon tree the other day...it has two lemons on it. green and hard. one of the branches broke but the lemon clings to the twisted stem, hanging on for dear life.
life is like that sometimes.
we are sour, hanging desperately on a thin cracking twig.
sunshine, and rain, and nature itself, matures us and ripens us.
but even then, some of us are pretty sour.
so....we make lemonade.