Marsh

 

Plums!

 Twenty-five years ago I bought a self pollinating plum and a grape vine from Fedco.

Both have been moved at least once.The grape finally yielded a bunch of grapes two or three years ago (none since) and finally, the plum produced 13 plums despite a wicked late freeze in May that actually fried emerging oak leaves.

More than half of the plums were severely cracked, but as I bit into a nice one, fully expecting a deluge of sour and bitter, I was blown away by the best plum I have ever tasted. 

Yesterday was a good day. I started off replaying a video of three does browsing under the power line along the driveway caught on the security cam. Then I scared off a pair of brown ducks from the cove on my morning stroll. That was immediately followed by spotting a huge bullfrog hanging out in the pool by "my spot", just his head above the water, but the rest of his body easily seen through the clear water.

Then I harvested my plums. A little while later I saw a luna moth caterpillar on my car and relocated it. Then a local channel was playing a marathon of a show I have been watching which consumed the rest of the day and evening.

I could have capped off the evening by going to a Brett Dennan performance, but I started trying to remember the last time I drove after dark and it started turning into years...As I snuggled down on the couch at 8pm, the start of showtime, I was glad that I opted to stay in. 

My idea of enjoying a musical performance is not sitting rigidly in a seat-once I was actually asked to scooch down in my seat-(at a Dan Fogelberg concert I went to years ago with my sister)

Same sister was asked to "sit down" at an Eric Clapton concert which we attended. (she replied, "It's Eric Clapton, I am NOT sitting down!")

Anyhow, it was a good day yesterday. Hopefully it is a sign this will be a good month after a string of depressing ones.