Another night in Paradise,
and we are revelling in every minute.
The storm that blew through was quite fierce and the bitter weather
lasted a couple of days. It was cold
enough at night that I piled on three quilts and wore a night gown. I had closed all the louvers in the windows,
but they don’t close exactly tight and I was still getting wind screeching into
the bedroom. The wind sounded so angry
and demented that it
seemed like something out of the sound
track of a horror movie. I have heard
winds howl, and have experienced extreme gales but this screeching was eerie.
I heard on the third day that the wind had damaged some property in Poas
including blowing part of a roof off a church.
Our landlady made it seem like it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary
and we all survived. There was no damage
here other than blowing some leaves off trees.
When we arrived, there were plantings around the house of white sails
and some grass-like plants. They were
left unwatered, so most of them have died.
I did arrange for a hose to be brought to the house, and I have given
life to a few things about. There was a
sage plant, among other things, and the wind broke it off, so I just pulled it
up. I have a lot of sage that I brought
from Canada,
including seeds to start some new plants, so I wasn’t concerned. A potted mint was brought to the house. I have watered it, and it seems to be
thriving. There were a couple of plants
I didn’t recognize, one is supposed to be a cure for upset stomach and the
other is an herb of some kind. The
closest thing that I am familiar is it smells of cloves. I keep the blossoms picked up in hopes of the
plant filling out some. There are also
three roses, which have thrown a couple of blooms. I cut the last one and brought it into the
house so the wind wouldn’t just beat it to ribbons. I have enjoyed it for five days. It is creamy white with pink edged
petals. There are more buds. I will prune them off, too. I am familiar with roses, so I will tend to
them and soon have a nice showing.
Melaney had picked up fallen citrus fruit and I had achieved a stack of
oranges. Rita and her son were here
yesterday and I gave him all the oranges that I had accumulated. You can eat only so many. He has a juicer. He made juice last night and brought me half
a gallon of the most delicious juice that I have ever tasted. The only problem is that we will have to
consume it before tomorrow. Raw juice
sours very quickly. I made lemon curd
shortly after we arrived, and have also made lemon and lime puddings. I made one lemon pudding and instead of using
the requisite one lemon per batch I generously put in two. It was too tart for Mel, so I ate most of
it. There was just a little left and I
sliced up four small sweet bananas into it, stirred it, and it tempered the
sharp sour taste.
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