I was knitting in the waiting room today. My choices included kidney stone, kidney cancer, or an infection that would respond to antibiotics within four hours.
Yes please on the latter.
Thank you lab work. One dose down and just like they promised, it’s already starting to kick in. Sweet success.
Meantime, we hit 32 degrees last night and it was 43 under the mango cover–just above the limit of 40F where the inflorescences (flowering sets) die, not that there were any of those to worry about but one wants no cold spots.
Oh wait. While I was sick this past week–
–looks great to me!
(Views are from one side of the trunk and the other. Future leaves and branch in this one, inflorescence in the second view: we could actually get mangoes this year.)
(And then I go to…) Huh. My iPhone isn’t sending photos for some reason, even after I just deleted a hundred or two and I have no idea why. Anybody?
Well, anyway, trust me, the cluster of buds, it’s there.
Edited to add, Richard to the rescue!
