Goodnight friends! Another greyish start, but afternoon opened up into long hours of luxurious summer. The cherry-plum tree in the graveyard is fruiting, beautiful little yellow drupes hardly larger than grapes, strewn about like discarded baubles among dessicated holly leaves and linden seeds. Borne up on a possible reckless excess of confidence in my plant identifying abilities I ate one of them straight from the branch and it was – just as one of the readings of its name might suggest – a perfect tart, tiny plum the size of a cherry, pointed teardrop pit and all. The evening felt suddenly cold, temperature falling quickly and decisively into the single digits.
Meandering about in a marginally proactive and productive way, reading and drawing and a few household tasks, stretches on sundappled grass, a gentle bit of exercise. Focus not great, finding myself drifting away from the same paragraph or idea several times before acknowledging I need a break.
May we find community and mutual solidarity today!
Image ID: Photo of a bright blue sky split by a long vertical plume of translucent white cloud, made up of undulating stipples and swirls and stripes.
Photo of transmitted light caught among the branches of a cherry-plum tree, small round golden yellow fruits seeming to glow faintly like paper lanterns.
