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Turning Lemons

We just picked a bumper crop of Meyer lemons from our tree, enough to share with neighbors and still have all the chicken piccata and lemonade we want. :) I will be juicing and grating the peel from most of what I keep to freeze for cooking and baking the next few months. Since lemons are now about a dollar a piece at the market there much satisfaction in growing and harvesting our own.

I think I've also banished all the hateful, lingering demons of depression over 2025's troubles and stresses. It was a terrible year, but I did get through it, and it's over now. I expect there will be more of the same in 2026, but how well I manage them depends on my attitude. The lemons of the new year need to be made into something.

To start off on the right note I've created a new blog devoted to my thrifting and crocheting here. Writing about two things I'm passsionate about is fun, and gives me more room to express myself rather than brood over my diminishing abililities.

I'm also hoping to devote more space to new topics here on this blog, especially when it comes to positivity and self-care. If I can help others get through tough times, then that turns my own negative experiences into something useful, always a good thing.

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Maria Zannini said…
I harvested 60 lemons off my two little trees. I freeze dried the rind and the lemons separated, then powdered the lemons. My only disappointment was that my lime tree didn't produce anything. If it doesn't produce this year, I'll probably trash it and start over.

Is your new blog different from this one? Or are you changing the theme of this one?
the author said…
We have a little Persian lime we planted last year but so far just one lime on it. We're thinking we might have to start over with it, too.
As for the changes, not really anything big. I'm moving my crochet and thrifting posts over to the new blog so I can focus more on quilting, books, travel and country life here.

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