A little more rain came last night, and I am now picking almost-ripe oranges from the tree to add to my morning cereal. But tonight it is supposed to dip into the 30s.
With a pale sunset to my left, I blóted Iðunn, Eostre, Auschlinde, Mæginde, and Seaxnót in the back yard with more red wine (yes, two of those are UPI). A little bird fussed over the oleander bush as I began, then flew to the orange tree.