Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Plums


This has nothing to do with knitting, but I want to remember how perfect our plums were this year. It may have had something to do with Russ fertilizing our fruit trees this year and with me watering them a lot. I'm not too big on plums for cooking, but we all enjoyed them right off the tree, eating tons of them ourselves and sharing bags and bags of them with neighbors for several weeks.

I remember reading this William Carlos Williams poem in college, which I thought was kind of stupid. Now, I've decided I like it. I'm thinking that if he was talking to his wife, she should have been really torqued because there's nothing like a nice, fresh juicy plum...except for a fresh, juicy peach, but that will have to wait until next month!

This Is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

4 comments:

Thimbleanna said...

Oh, that's just like a man (or your kids) to eat what you have set aside for the next meal LOL. Those plums are beautiful -- you're so lucky to be able to walk outside and pick them!

Wool Winder said...

Beautiful!

Rani said...

Mmmmmmmmmm. They sound delicious!

JayJay said...

Yeah, I would have been pissed. Those do look just perfect!