Captain’s Log 5,976
It’s citrus time! It’s citrus time!
Oh my gosh! Tangelos, oranges, and sweet limes (look like lemons). Friend Pam came over last night with a bag bursting with this goodness. Yay! I have one lone lemon tree. Thinking about planting a navel orange in the front yard. I need to ask the gardener if that is a good idea or not.
People always ask me what I do to get such huge crops of lemons every year. The answer is simple. Absolutely nothing. The tree is on drip irrigation so it gets a 5-minute drink every three days. That’s it. No fertilizer, no pesticides, no nothing. My lemons are 100% organic. I do love my tree.
The former owners of this property used to use these as fetch toys for the dogs. The lady told me she never used the fruit as food because there are just so many. Can you believe that????
I am still enchanted with San Diego in so many ways. It’s mind boggling sometimes to think of the paradise-like weather and how easy it is to live here. You just get dressed and you go. It took me a few years to release the idea that I didn’t need to carry kitty litter and soup mix in my trunk. There is no need for winter survival gear here.
I was in Portland, Maine in October. It was gorgeous and lovely and I felt the tug to live in such a place with all that charm and sweetness. And then I remembered winter. How does one ever forget winter?
This is Portland during a blizzard last year. No thanks. Not anymore. The reality of this is just too much me for to take. I am a southern California wimp now.
How many times did I dig myself out of a mess like this when I lived in Saint Paul? Way too many.
Or where to put your damn car when all the snow emergency routes were still blocked. I wish I had a dollar for every time I was part of this scenario.
So I am here very grateful that “winter” in San Diego means you wear your slippers inside the house. I’ll take it. My tough days are over. I built enough character in those Iowa/Minnesota winters to last more than a lifetime.