Ron White
You are not supposed to be able to do the whole citrus thing up here in the hills, what with the cold and noticeably wild winter weather (altogether alliterate). Despite that, and maybe due to optimistic naivety, we parked a lemon tree by the fence in the garden when we first arrived.
As a couple of semi-retired scientists, we added two big thermal masses close by in the guise of black solar absorbing compost bins. The theory was that even in the midst of winter there might be few hours of re-radiated warmth from the big yellow.
Like warmish dwarf vaders on guard |
Well hello yellow |
All this is quite wonderful, but not as wonderful as fluffy puppies and besotted dog dads.
Melting the internet |
Have a grand day, y'all!
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