fresh squeezed.

It has been a year since our family took the vacation of a lifetime to France and Italy.   I vividly remember walking through the village streets of Positano and smelling the subtle fragrance of fresh lemons wherever I turned.  I miss it. So much.  Every time I am in a market, I grab a bag of fresh lemons to remind me of our time in that magical place.   This time, I decided to take a few pictures.  Enjoy. 

Melanie Marshall