The Meyer lemon is blooming under its grow-light, while we're having our first taste of winter: freezing temps forecast for all next week. It's about time for winter, as far as I'm concerned: December is the warmest on record here in Central Texas. And not just here, everywhere. But the lemon tree is right on schedule. It blooms in mid-winter and bears in early spring. Anticipating lemons--and already scheming to use them.
Homestead report. The weather has been so screwy that the fall potatoes are still growing. They're covered now for the cold week ahead. The spinach I planted last Sunday is up already. I've mulched it--it'll enjoy the colder weather. We have way too many perennial onions. These are non-bulb onions that I use like green onions, tops and all. The rest of the beds are filled with thriving henbit, a "weed" that the chickens adore.
Speaking of chickens: the Barred Rocks that were chicks last July are now laying an egg a day--baby eggs still, but beautiful and tasty. Now that they know where their nest box is and how to use it, they get to go out every afternoon. Lovely to have as many fresh eggs as we can use. Molly Maguire (our heeler) enjoys them too.
Book report. OMG, so much going on! I finished The Last Chance Olive Ranch (China Bayles #25) but will revisit it in March before the due date (3/31). Loving Eleanor has garnered a coveted starred review from Kirkus and is earning praise from NetGalley reviewers--it'll be out on February 1. And yes, you can have a signed copy. The film project for A Wilder Rose is moving ahead. My current work-in-progress is another biographical/historical. I'm several chapters into it and still doing research. (Actually, for me, research continues throughout the writing process, since I love to keep tucking details into the text.) More about that when I'm further along in the process.
I hope you had a wonderful holiday celebration. I put up my mother's little Christmas tree, artificial but covered with her prized little ornaments, so it's special for me. There were just the two of us, so we had Cornish hens with rosemary stuffing and Bill's favorite lemon pie. My gift from Bill: an annual subscription to the online Oxford English Dictionary (yay!). Bill's gift from me: a new camera. (He took the lemon blossom photo.) We are NOT planning to overdo it on New Year's Eve, just a little fun food, a good film (not sure what's in the queue), and a glass or two of bubbly as we celebrate the year past--all those words--and imagine the year ahead: new words, a new voice. Stay safe, whatever you do....
Reading Note: For last year's words belong to last year's language/And next year's words await another voice./And to make an end is to make a beginning.--T.S. Eliot