It Actually Rained a Little Today

I had to write July 1 on a check this morning, which just surprised the heck out of me. I don’t know where June went. 
We are immersed in plums. In addition to our amazing crop, an anonymous neighbor left a generous bagful on the side porch when we weren’t paying attention. I made a cobbler, froze a few quarts for later, chopped up a bunch to make jam tomorrow. They are macerating in the fridge with some rose geranium leaves. I always wanted to use that word. I’ll let you figure out which one. 

Mr S has turned out to be quite a baker of sourdough bread. When we are both juggling our projects it’s almost enough to make us want to remodel the kitchen. There’s a key word in that sentence too.