It was one of those glorious winter days of strong winds, brilliant sunshine, cool temperatures and crystal clear air. In our backyard in Van Nuys, the Meyer lemon tree is finally bearing fruit in a container. Where it was previously planted, in the ground, it did not grow a single lemon. Other plants are doing well: the lavender is thriving, the white roses are blooming, the bougainvilla is preening for attention. T

We toured UCLA today with our friend Katie Malacca.

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.”–Ecclesiastes 3:1