Letters from a Hill Farm
Yummmm they look so good.
They wouldn't make it to our icebox either (I'm glad there was one for each of you). I so deeply admire the way you are able to find the perfect poem for your perfect moments.
Delicious post in every possible way, Nan.
I've always loved that little poem! I hope the plums you harvested were as delicious as WCW's.
I do so love the poem. I picture him up late at night reading. He gets hungry and heads to the 'icebox.' He sees the plums, eats them heartily, and then thinks 'uh oh' and leaves her a note next to the empty plate. :<)
Perfect poem for the plums! I'll bet they were delicious!!
This makes me rememberthe pear tree I planted last Spring.Took a picturebecause it produced 8 pears.None this year :) Something we growalways taste so good...
Always a favorite.
All respect to William, but I like them warmed by the sun Yours are such a beautiful color~
Plummy pics and one of my favourite poems, thank you.
Love your little plum memoir and the poem.
I remember being fooled by the seeming simplicity of this poem when it was first assigned in a high school class. And now, all these very many years later, I keep remembering the poem. It never left me.
The Japanese beetles have destroyed the leaves of the plum tree this year. I wonder if the appearance of fruit is connected in any way. Last gasp? Maybe the tree thought it was dying? (And I sure hope it doesn't).
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