Plums

Morning campers. I've done some tidying up in the garden this morning. It's one of my favourite jobs. I feel the earth between my fingers, the dirt driving down under my fingernails, the garden and it's smells filling my nostrils and a new found helper eating my arm.

I have 3 fruit trees, all of which long since decided that producing fruit was an action too far. I've tried showing the trees pictures of their supposed offspring, read them poems celebrating the beauty of birth, done African rain dancing in full regalia and yet, 3 years on and sadly, no fruit.

And so dear friends, imagine my delight when I came across these dear plums hidden deep in the tree. Joyous was I.

So why not today, release the fruity side of your personality. I am sure the effect on those around you will be happiness unbounded.

Peace, love and feel your plums,

A X