Having summers that are neither overly damp nor hotter than Hades is half the reason why it would take about five sticks of dynamite to blast me outta this place. Besides, when I talk to Rain and tell her my poinsettia outside has "only" reached four feet high, hearing her say "I hate you!" makes me chuckle.

Just wish I could share all the lemons that are gonna have to get chucked when Lee finally trims away the 1/2 lemon tree that fell in the winter windstorms. They're almost sweet enough to eat off the tree, and big enough that one of them makes enough for a lemon meringue (sp). I shipped a few to Bruce Barker once (remember him?) - they were bigger than most grapefruit in the stores...