Steph got it right: we went to Amir-am-M's place for lunch and to see their pictures from a recent trip to Jordan. Although there are only three lemon trees in their garden, they have already made lemonade to last them until next winter, they treated us to a bagful of lemons, and the impertinent trees are still half full.
Otherwise, today was a day of parading to the sound of drums. Not just the army, but school children, too. Nicely regimented militaristic customs, traditions imported from Compatridia (themselves dating from its own fascist dictatorship of the 30s, I think), as the Evil Empire was interested in subtler forms of control.
So, enough about lemons.