Plums! Today I’m back to blogging because of freshly picked South Jersey plums.
The news has been so bad for so long that I couldn’t bear to blog for months. I didn’t want to contribute to any reader’s distress with one more justified outcry about what is happening in the world.
I’m being a chicken. I’m not going to comment on the news. If you know me, you can guess what I’m thinking about what’s going on, so…
This morning in our Cramer Hill kitchen, I filled a bowl with cold plums. I had to admire them. These plums are beautiful and delicious. They made me think of a poem of William Carlos Williams.
How blessed I am this morning to have these plums, to have my husband, Carlos, who is holding the bowl, and to have my daughter, Kim, and granddaughter, Nora, and Kim’s in-laws, who picked the plums! I give thanks to Kim’s mother-in-law who put dozens in a bag and pressed them on me to take home.
Today I’m happy to sit at my kitchen table with toast and tea and sweet, juicy plums.
I’m back to blogging and I’m going to write about loveliness in our often unlovely world. I’m starting with plums.
Marguerite (Wunsch) Ferra
Cramer Hill resident