Blood orange envy

This morning, a Facebook friend commented on how a blood orange tree in his yard (in Palm Springs) collapsed, leaving him with lots of oranges to deal with. I joked about having his gardener/cabana boy do it instead, and in all seriousness, he explained what advice his gardener had given him.

Really? I was joking about having a gardener! Oh, to have such problems.

This is especially poignant because I had just spent an hour shoveling the driveway.

Visiting the well

Honestly, I haven't forgotten about this blog. I even have a few ideas kicking around. It's just that I haven't been, well, inspired lately. But hang in there, I will be back!