Peeps, I am tired of feeling blue. Growing up, my mom did not encourage outbursts of emotion, a lesson I learned well. I know I would feel better if I could "let it out" but I just can't, so I'm just going to keep plugging along, whether I feel like it or not. I'm not honoring my friend's memory by moping around.
Last weekend Walker cleaned the house - a rare occurrence, one worth
noting. Because I didn't go into Diva's room to clean, I missed the
fact that half of the leaves had fallen off the Meyer lemon tree
currently passing the winter in a pot in front of her window. When I
finally noticed, the cause was easy to spot:
Those little webby things are caused by citrus mites, and they can do a lot of damage. Right now, the tree has lost most of it's remaining leaves. In a way, that's not a bad thing, because I was able to take the vacuum to the tree before washing it down and spraying it with mite killer. It would have taken forever if I'd had to wash the leaves, too. Seems to me I had the same issue last year, too, but all the foliage grew back once the tree was moved back outside. Guess we'll find out in a couple weeks.