Heading Indoors...

This year I remembered to bring the potted herbs on the back patio inside before they froze over.

Hopefully the plants will survive the winter indoors along with the citrus tree I picked up over the summer.

So far so good, it looks like the tree is developing flowers...might be able to pick our very own mandarin oranges...sometime next year. Don't know if I'm going to tell Natalia it can take up to nine months for fruit to ripen. She can't wait two minutes to grab an apple off the counter.

My Upper

I don't drink. I don't smoke. Or do anything remotely "bad".  I garden. A fix that always puts a smile on my face.

 I can lose myself for hours in the yard: digging, planting, yanking out what I just planted, planting again. 

I'll keep going until I'm covered in sweat and dirt, a smell so bad even Roxy turns her wet nose up at me. It's my therapy. A natural high that lasts long after I've washed off the last speck of  the garden...like nailing crow in yoga or finding those kick ass shoes you've been looking for all year...on sale. It's my upper, what's yours?