Plum Rush

The sky started to darken as ominous black clouds rolled in. Rain was imminent so the laundry was quickly unpegged and brought indoors. Dinner was made and eaten but still the rain didn’t come. The sky was so gloomy. Then the wind whipped up. The branches of the trees were flailed about like flimsy stalks. My intention for the evening was to pick whatever tomatoes were ripe, pick sweet pea (which thinks high summer has returned and is flowering profusely) and pick some more of the plums. Sweet pea were picked first and put in vases. Then tomatoes. Still the rain stayed away though the wind was still whipping the branches about. Next I started on the plums. Every so often there were a few drops of rain that didn’t come to anything much. I filled a colander but the tree looked just as laden with plums as when I had started. So I got out my trug and starting filling it too. The branches of the plum tree were being tossed about as I tried to pick the fruit; brushing against my face and tangling my hair. If these plums weren’t all picked now they would be destroyed! Container after container was filled until, finally, all the plums had been plucked. As the last plum went in my basket so the rain started.

Here are my plums, excepting those we ate or hoarded in the fridge. Looks like I’m going to be spending a lot of time with plums!

 

Have a good weekend everyone.