So often I get only so far as the lemon tree , that three-crops-a-year tree that seems to be continuously in bloom . The lemons are good , too , juicy and tasty . Ada’s mother urged me to plant it , so she gets the credit for the tree’s success .
It’s an ideal time of year for us here in SoCal ( that’s the ‘in’ designation in the media ) , between the hotsy-totsy summer and the cooler winter . Okay , not ‘cold’ winter . What’s cold for us is not the same cold as for most everyone else across the country .
Not for most of us out there . [ I use the term ‘us’ for obvious reasons ; we are all in the same nation- boat , so to speak . Someone please tell Congress . ]
The palm that’s not really a palm is thriving , slowly growing out and up . It’s called a sago palm ( but it’s not a palm ) . The palm next to it ( an actual palm !) is still pushing up into the sky . I keep looking for Jack . Jack will soon enough show up to climb it . There could be trouble . ‘ Fee , fie , foe , fum ‘ and all that . Jack always seems to be getting into trouble . Oh , no ! Jack climbs a bean stalk , not a palm ( even though he’s in SoCal now ! ) Or he jumps over a candle stick . Or something . I’ll tell the green garden tiki to watch out for him , anyway . Just in case .