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On a recent spring morning, Luigi Aceto, a hale 78, climbed a ladder in a terraced lemon grove that stretched up the hillside in one of Italy’s most picturesque towns and expertly began snipping lemons into a wicker basket. The sun was shining. The lemons were ripe and as big as fists. The scent of blossoms was intoxicating.
The New York Times tells Aceto family’s story of sacrifece and passion to carry on the lemon growing heritage, preferring quality over quantity, tradition over expansion.