Move over, Mondavi.
April 20th, 2005I have discussed here in the past my fascination with the fact that you can grow fruit in your back yard in California.
Last week I finally got around to fixing up the yard a little bit, and I purchased a dwarf Meyer Lemon tree. I named him Henry, and he’s adorable. He even has TEENY BABY LEMONS already. I’m far more excited about it than I should be. Let’s hope Henry fares better than Horatio the Festive, who shriveled up and died before he did anything fancy.
I also have three tomato plants, but frankly, we had those in Chicago and they aren’t nearly as exciting as TEENY BABY LEMONS.
But wait.
While poking around in the yard, I found a plant that had been dormant since we moved in last October had busted out some foliage. What is it? Hey, what are those??
Upon closer investigation, I found TEENY BABY GRAPES.
I have a grapevine. Who knew?
Make your reservations now for Stompfest 2005.
Lemons, grapes – why I do believe you’ve already got half your wine sorted.
Now all you need is a barrel (perhaps the trash-can? Mebe after some ‘light cleaning’) and may I suggest a tangerine.
For that true Cali citrus thang.