It was a late afternoon in our summer home in Southern Turkey. My Dad used to love his garden, but the lemon tree was his baby. He took care of it with so much love. The tree was so bountiful that every summer even after we gave bags and bags of lemon to our neighbors, we still had enough for my Mom to make her famous lemonade. Oh, the lemonade. She served it over ice with a couple of freshly picked mint leaves from the garden; once you tried it, you always asked for the second.
In this photo, I love that both my Dad and Mom were in their own worlds, just looking so peaceful.