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Three years ago we lost an entire crop of Meyer lemons, and nearly the trees too, having forgotten to check the weather report. Never again! We're expecting sub-zero temps this week in Napa Valley, and we're ready! All this year's nearly ripe lemons are now safely encased in the Frost Fortress. We have no resident engineers at Villa Ragazzi, so the walls could fall to a gust of wind -- but we're trying. If all goes well, there will be limoncello to share.
This is about one-fourth of today's haul, the third time in two months we've picked bags of ripe lemons from our orchard of two prolific dwarf trees. The paler fruits are Meyer lemons, the darker ones Eureka. Picking is dangerous work because the branches have nasty spikes hiding behind the leaves. Puncture wounds abound.
In spite of giving away a whole shopping bag full today, the daunting prospect of juicing all those lemons remains.
We severely pruned the trees immediately after this bountiful harvest.
An artful look at another pile of today's citrus harvest.
After I finish juicing the lemons, Mr. Villa Ragazzi plans to use the squeezed lemon rinds to make his own version of limoncello. This involves a significant volume of vodka. He will have more fun than me.
Maybe I'll just open a bottle of Faraona, put my feet up for a while and let my wounds heal. And think about all the lovely lemon curd I'll be making for friends and family.
Limoncello can wait.
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