I had to laugh at myself the other night. As the temperature was dropping and a freeze seemed imminent, I found myself outside, in the dark, in the cold … protectively wrapping up my baby lemon tree! I am absolutely determined that this little tree will survive here among the redwoods of northern California! (Okay, I may be violating the Laws of Nature. Too bad.)
But what struck me as funny was the thought that … gee, maybe I’m turning into one of those weird little old ladies who frets over the cat, the dog, and now even the lemon tree, out of some misguided, long lost need to nurture?
But there are far greater sins … and next spring, there will be lemon tarts and I will have had the last word!