Well, really, olive trees. I bought four young olive trees (about 3 feet high) from craigslist. I need to plant them today. I am pretty excited to find a variety that will do well up here. Apparently, they are tolerant of vog, too, which is great!
The young couple from whom I bought them said they've brined a few off their own trees, and they are delicious, but they haven't done any pressing for oil. I will need to do research. It is going to take a good 2 years until we get olives, so I have plenty of time to learn.
I never did get to the marmalade yesterday - I realized I had only two weekends left to do taxes. So while my husband dug out the chicken run and raised the roof on it so we don't have to bend down to get inside, I tackled the taxes. I think I would rather shovel chicken manure, frankly.
It's funny, because since he's been home for a few weeks, he's been helping out with feeding in the morning. This is a big help, because going to work with mud (and worse) splashed on my pants is less than professional. Before feeding for a week or so straight, he thought I was exaggerating the ram issue. Now, I notice that bitter tone that always creeps into my voice when talking about dealing with sheep when Elvis is around is creeping into his. We absolutely didn't pet or coddle our ram lambs, so they are, thankfully, a little wary of us. Elvis is affectionate, unafraid, and inclined to ram at the smallest provocation.
Today is the church and Confirmation classes. That means the whole morning is pretty much gone (only a month and a half until the actual Confirmation!) and I have to hear people complaining about that...and then have to come back and finish the taxes and fiddle a bit in the greenhouse and grade papers. What I really want to do is take a nap! 9 weeks until summer, and hopefully, my son will have his license so he can drive himself to pre-season cross country training....and no one is dying to go to summer school, or anything like that.