plum lucky
My boys spent much of the day reading and playing, and have finally succumbed to the lure of the computer. My husband took the day off from work and is sitting across from me, half-asleep on the back porch swing, the late summer breeze lulling him. Our two dogs, Tam and Jimmy, are hiding in the cool shade beneath the porch. Every once in a while they shift and I can here the rustle of dead leaves. I'm happily tired, sipping a creamy cup of coffee and covered in flour. Good times. I spent the morning baking. A plum pie sits cooling on the rack in the kitchen. It's an experiment: there are still ten pounds of last summer's plums in the freezer, and I need to make room for…
