Hello, friends, Nothing much shaking in the wonderful world of real estate today, literally (in So Cal) and figuratively, so have been out doing Christmas shopping. It's a beautiful warm day today, in the high 60s, maybe going up to the 70s. Tomorrow through Tuesday we will be in the high 70s and low 80s here in the San Fernando Valley. Our bearded irises continue to astound us. Ever since I persuaded our lawn maintenance people (I refuse to call them "gardeners") to stop chopping off their green leaves after blooming, which resulted in hardly any blossoms, next time around, they have been blooming steadily since mid-October. What a lovely deep, rich purple they are! The cool Santa Anas that blew through here early in the week resulted in what we are pleased to call "lime bombs." Our Bearss lime tree was loaded with ripe fruit, the biggest, sweetest and juciest we have ever seen. 4 or 5 were turning that wonderful yellow (limes posing as lemons) when ripe, every day, falling, uninjured to the ground. But when the Santa Anas blow, the branches whip those puppies around like slingshots and lob them all over the yard. They haven't made it as far as the house, yet, but will some day, if the wind is strong enough. The last of our mandarins have ripened. They, too, are the largest, juciest and sweetest ever, and are the size of softballs (!) One of them peeled and divided into segments for Vivian and me makes a wonderful breakfast, when put on top of a bowl of vanilla yogurt. Yummmmmmmmmmmm. The roses have been cut back in front to "their genetic height" (thank you for that term, Sunset Magazine.) They look so pathetic only about 16 inches high, when they were 6' earlier in the week. Next week, before Christmas, I hope to cut the bushes back outside our bedroom window. Then we can tackle the task of taking the passion fruit vine to hand, which has simply gotten out of control this year. I don't know how many fruit we have harvested, but I think we canned about 14 quarts of passion fruit syrup, plus cooked up several batches of passion fruit pudding. The other task at hand, other than cleaning out the guest bedroom for Vivian's brother and his family who arrive from Juneau tonight, is to make up a batch of Fuyu persimmon muffins and a cake to feed the tribe. The Fuyus are wonderful when crisp, not astringent at all; but when they are dead ripe, it is like dying and going to heaven to eat one of those luscious fruit. This year our tree provided us with over 70 of them....and it's only a young tree. To think we had been concerned about fruit drop during the hot weather! Anyway, it's back into the warm sunshine on the trail of a lamp for my dear, sweet, mother in law, whom I sincerely love very dearly. After all, I have her largely to thank for the sweet woman my wife is:) Well, if I hustle, I can get this stuff done before the sun goes down and can fill the house with the lovely warm air outside today. Ron Van Nuys, CA