Our tree continues providing fruit throughout the year - the last of a planting of
23 fruit trees, all but the lemon were dug up and replaced by the beginning of my
rose garden back in 1990. We had absolutely no luck growing fruit trees here, beaten
every time by the birds who would just leave a stone hanging in the tree minus the flesh.
The lemon survived, though possums will eat the very ripe fruit when they fall from
the tree. It is surrounded by roses now, so I had to include some golden yellow
roses to complement this tree. Photo taken from side balcony on a drizzly wet day.
Named after the agricultural explorer Frank Nicholas Meyer.