Rum, Ruin, Rumination & Resolutions

Hot buttered rum on the evening's misty cold and wet agenda.  Homemade batter from clean butter organic white and brown sugar, a little cinnamon and clove and vanilla -- et voila! -- buttered rum batter.   A little Black Seal Dark Rum (sublime stuff,  plays well with lots of flavors, very mellow) and we are snug and warm inside as well as out.

It has been a little over two years since the last post.  Busy I guess. (Grin.) At the moment the garden is in disrepair as the last of the summer crops are still pushing out a few fruits.  Lemon tree is in the weird interregnum where for a few weeks we actually have no ripe lemons to pick. (The rest of the year this tree is in never ending production, with buds on just as the last round comes ripe.)  The mandarin oranges are all green, apples are long gone, and we didn't get a winter crop of anything in yet.

I blame the weird weather.  And the neighbor spraying roundup.

Too hot too late in the year to think of winter crops  in a timely fashion.  And the annoyance of finding out your next door neighbor has been spraying the border grass (including the base of the vegetable planter) with Roundup fer cryin; out loud, has severally limited the plantings.

But Winter Break is coming, and perhaps we can get the planting spaces squared away and nourished in time for our February spring plantings . . .