Sunday was spent selling lemonade. We made it with lemons fresh from my neighbor’s trees, and the kids chose the charity to which all proceeds would go.
It was nearly one hundred degrees in the San Fernando Valley so there wasn’t much traffic along our shady lane. But the people who did drive by were thirsty…
…and generous. An LAPD officer donated a dollar for a cup, a guy on a bicycle gave three, a woman with a baby stroller gave five, and by the end of the day, three drivers had thrown twenties in our wooden cash box.
$97 dollars will now go to the American Cancer Society from the kids (which I promised to match). Our last customer was my mom–the reason we were out there in the hot sun, hawking ice-cold lemonade in the first place. Despite being in the middle of a grueling round of chemotherapy, she drank down a big cup of liquid sunshine we had saved just for her.