It’s grey and foggy in Oakland today, and I’m busy painting while listening to Jolie Holland croon in her lovely southern drawl. Martin, the colorful Welshman who lives next door, stopped by with some lemon meringue pie the other day, and now I keep peeking out at our lemon tree, wondering if there are enough ripe lemons to try to replicate it. Maybe I’ll take a baking break this afternoon…
