Tea House Sans Mosquitoes

They are gone, the little buzzing devils. I can sit in the tea house and drink a pot of Peppermint delight without swatting anything. I always think of the wonderful supple woman in Japan who did a tea ceremony for us. She was the epitome of measured grace. I pass so many piles of bamboo and I take some of it and carry it home. It becomes the walls and the roof of the tea house. No charge for creativity.

Tiny Frozen Emeralds

Howard Garrett, the Dirt Doc, says pick the green tomatoes and then put them between layers on newspaper to ripen. I am trying that. It breaks my heart to see the little gems hanging on the limp limbs.

Someone else said cook Emeril Lagasse's Green Tomato soup. I did. Yum. But a bit too spicy for my tastebuds even though I cut out two of the three peppers. I think, folks from New Orleans can really bear more heat than the average Floridian.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

First cold snap of the winter. Hard freeze for four days. The roselle is dead. The fig tree looks wounded.The ambersweet oranges don't appear hurt. I picked bushels of green tomatoes. Thanks to Emeril Lagasse for the incredible green tomato spicy soup. Even with only one of the three peppers stated, that soup was dragon's breath HOT. Thinking about fried green tomatoes with goat cheese. Yum!

The House in the Garden

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYJNnrT07MI Watching me wave my hands too much in this video, makes me self-conscious. I am too much the teacher. I point out things in the garden just as if I were going to quiz the viewers at some distant time.