....None of us are getting out of here alive, so we may as well knit, dance tango, (eat chocolate), and play with the cats.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Maybe stolen fruit isn't the sweetest after all. These are from our plum tree that we planted three or four years ago. Every year we get a few more plums, these two fell off into my hand. Warm from the sun, fragrant, juicy, only one bird peck. Shared with freaky consort.
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