Only hopes for the future

Lisa reminded me that worrying about summer fruit during the winter might be a time-honored farmer thing to do, but it doesn't mean it's actually useful.

That said? I'm worrying about my summer fruit right now. The trees are covered with beautiful blooms:

 

Another worry is that by removing all of my bees there won't be enough bees to pollinate my trees. I haven't yet seen any workers on the trees, although I've seen them out front on the lime tree. I know there are at least two hives one street over -- plenty of bees, should they scout out these trees. It's not as though I can compel them, however. So -- I worry.

In addition, not all the things that are blooming are good things (apologies to Dr. Seuss). The unseasonable warmth means it's time to cut back the existing AND replant more kale.

 

So I don't really know what's going to happen.

Then there's one more project in the works:

That's the decanted and mixed limoncello. We'll see how it turns out. I tasted the unsugared base, and nearly was knocked off of my feet. I hope it mellows -- that Everclear is strong stuff. No wonder the Italians insist it be served straight from the freezer. You probably don't want your mouth to actually get all of the taste.