thinkin bout the plums..

When I left on my first leg of this 30 plus hour journey (I don't remember it being this long...) what i was thinkin about was the plums. The plums in our front yard. If you live in Portland, please come to our house, and pick some plums for me while I'm gone. They turn a smokey blue when they are ready to be plucked, and give slightly to the touch. They are candy sweet, transluscent red and pink inside, with a crazy-tart skin. I leave home just when they are ready. Sometimes timing is everything.