Beginnings.

"Maybe you should write a memoir," my little cousin suggested. "About the lemon tree. Sounds like a story."

I paused at her words for a moment as she continued to brush her hair while looking at her reflection in my bedroom mirror. Sure, I had been itching to write about something. But, my severe apathy quelled that mild desire for the last couple of months. Hearing her verbalize it, though, struck a cord.

"Hhm. I should. I've been ignoring the muses lately."

The narratives have been brewing for the better part of the past decade. Now is any time as any to make them materialize into something more than passing thoughts and disconnected recollections.