We have a Shaker lemon tree in our sun room. It was outside this summer and the squirrels repeatedly ran off with lemons. Since it’s been inside, it’s rallied though, and we were able to pick our first lemon last week. It is nice, amid all this snow and ice, to have something blooming in our midst. It makes me think of Spring which is right around the corner. Right? Right?!
There are several more lemons on the way. What the heck am I going to do with all these lemons?
I know, I know: lemonade.
Just after Christmas we decided to put in a fence. This is a totally uncompensated plug for Orme Fence Company and Wayne Orme who did an amazing job installing a beautiful fence at a great price and with excellent quality. Wayne’s a hell of a nice guy, too and his team was quick – I left one morning on a business trip and returned around midnight the following night and lo and behold, had a fence. I couldn’t be happier. It’s been great for the dogs and was the final key step in getting our puppy housebroken.
Clover was plenty annoyed, never having been fenced in before. In fact, on the first night of the fence, Mark caught him wearing a hat with a light on it and investigating the perimeter for escape routes.
I’m also happy to report, not only are our dogs penned in for good, making them safer and less of a hassle to chase down or stand outside with, refusing to pee on the end of a leash, they now seem to be genuinely getting along better.
I attribute this to the Couples’ Retreat we sent them on over the holidays while we undertook the Great Midwestern Road Trip. They returned on better terms and are often seen spooning.
Not that Clover isn’t completely mortified any time we see him appearing to enjoy Starbuck’s presence.
You may have heard that we had some snow fall here in the Mid-Atlantic region. At the rate this season is going, we fully expect the girl, when and if school ever resumes, will be attending until the Fourth of July.
The girl has settled into a routine of leisure. Like some kind of quarantined patient she bathes and changes into a fresh pair of pajamas each night. I don’t believe I’ve seen her fully dressed in daytime attire in two months.
In fact she just said to me that she needs to do some laundry; she’s running low on pajamas.
We’ve been snowbound, stuck at home together again for yet another long weekend with periodic power outages, which are more of an interruption than a long-term nuisance. In fact, it just causes me to frantically cook, bake and do laundry, trying to complete a task before the next outage occurs. The entire region has significantly freaked out over this storm, depleting stores of their inventory on Friday, gassing up the cars, stocking up on firewood and foods that can still be prepared without electricity. (Hotdogs were scarce; hotdog buns were gone – thanks to a suggestion from a friend, I bought s’mores makings, so we could have a bit of fireplace fun, in case it came to that.)
It’s Superbowl Sunday so of course, our hope is that the power holds out for the game – that being, of course, the most important use of electricity this weekend.
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