
The gals and I are heading to Portland for Art and Soul. Talk to you when I get back. In the meantime I hope you all have a wonderful couple weeks!
* sometimes in a gush, sometimes a mere trickle; journeying with the creative flow of my heart *

 


 Part of my breakfast was a handful of wild plums that grow along the trail. They are small, the size of a ping-pong ball, deep purple in color. And they are oh so delicious. Can you imagine how delicious a small soft plum, the flesh warmed in the sunshine, and picked right off the bush would taste? It is a bit of heaven, truly.They will only be around another week at most and then just a memory. We'll go out tomorrow with a ladder and a tarp and shake the branches; the easy way to get the ripe ones :-)
 Part of my breakfast was a handful of wild plums that grow along the trail. They are small, the size of a ping-pong ball, deep purple in color. And they are oh so delicious. Can you imagine how delicious a small soft plum, the flesh warmed in the sunshine, and picked right off the bush would taste? It is a bit of heaven, truly.They will only be around another week at most and then just a memory. We'll go out tomorrow with a ladder and a tarp and shake the branches; the easy way to get the ripe ones :-)
 
 
