Captain’s Log 5,738
The weather here in southern California cannot ever be compared to blizzards in the Midwest or ice storms across the Central Plains. Having lived in the Midwest until I was 39 years old, I really can relate to snow, ice, and wind chills well below zero. Those weather nasties are a big reason I live in San Diego now. For the most part, the weather is not too challenging. You don’t have to carry kitty litter, soup mix, chocolate bars, and candles in your car in the winter.
But…..it does get chilly. Chilly to almost borderline cold. It’s 52 degrees in my house right now. I cannot even imagine what the temperature is in the museum right now. We are closed until later this afternoon when the park opens up for a huge holiday celebration. Temperatures in the nearby mountains this morning were around freezing. That might not seem cold, but we do grow citrus here, and cold weather can kill a citrus crop very, very quickly.
Citrus comes into season here in the winter. That’s convenient for consumers all over the United States. Most oranges come from Florida, but lemons and avocados come from this area. Last night, growers were taking measures to keep the crops from freezing.
My small crop from my very small tree is trying desperately to ripen. There are so many lemons on the tree right now that the branches are sagging. In a few more days, I will be harvesting 150-200 Meyer lemons. I can only use so many. I share with friends and co-workers, but most people have at least one fruit tree, so lemons aren’t a huge deal to them.
Abundant crop of Meyer lemons. Thought to be a Chinese cross between a lemon and an orange or mandarin. They are sweeter than regular lemons and the juice is…….quite juicy.
The big holiday celebration in the park starts tonight. We have 16 people scheduled to control about 5,000 – 6,000 people who visit the museum over a 4-hour window from 5:00 – 9:00 PM. That would be visiting without paying five cents to come inside. It’s all part of our lease with the city.
It’s supposed to be a heartfelt and tender event. Awe-inspiring and fuzzy and cozy.
Nice in theory. But the crowds are so enormous the event is no longer fun.
What it really looks like. Can you imagine?
Time to think about girding my loins.