that it's gloriously warm here in Los Angeles with a clear blue sky and blooming Meyer lemons outside my back door. The Husband picked all the tangerines off the tangerine tree that are too sour and seedy to eat, but he's making jam with them. The lettuce has been picked from the garden, and the chard and artichokes are coming along. I've got on a tee-shirt and a sweater is tied around my waist for later when it cools down. It's January 18th, and I'm grateful to live here.