Blogging from Cramer Hill because of plums…

Dear Reader,

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.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/just-say

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.

Sincerely,

Marguerite (Wunsch) Ferra

Cramer Hill resident

 

 

 

 

 

8 thoughts on “Blogging from Cramer Hill because of plums…

    • Thanks Marguerite. I keep running hard, filling my days with Butterflies, grandboys, mom and dad conversations, riding the waves, digging in the sand…drinking, eating, drinking…but then I stop for a quiet bit and read or listen to the news. Then I have to jump back up and quickly start running some more, because I JUST GET TOO SAD/ANGRY if I don’t.

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