Five days ago I noticed the very first blossom on my plum tree. Just one, peeking through, inviting me to look closer. Last night the tree caught my eye from the window and it looked as if every twig and branch was covered in snow. Gasp! Grab the camera and run! Snap those images lest they disappear before my eyes.
I stood underneath the trees gazing upward, smelling the sweet light fragrance, and feeling the soft breeze on my face. A wonderful moment. I plan to watch the plum trees closely, for when the blossoms begin to fall, I want to be standing beneath the trees and catch the petals in my hair, on my sleeves, and this will be my winter snow this year.
I do remember saying that if I never saw another plum I would be happy. I'm sure I will eat those words when the fruit bears and it is time to make jam again.
~karen
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