Plum Blossoms Appear

Springtime has always saved me from the darkest wintry moods. There’s something awakening in some form or another wherever I look and the plum blossoms that appear are like a salve for my soul. They hold such promise for a delicious harvest. I already can envision the fattening fruit hanging from these old worn out branches. The main tree shown in this first photograph has offered us many bountiful seasons with the plums hanging closer to the ground than the tree behind it. That other one is delightedly savored by the many birds that can fly up over our hen house to gather up the juicy morsels that droop and drop on the roof, along with the possums that finish off every speck of goodness overnight.

I’ve been feeling upset for the past few days but every time I wander in the gardens here or do any gardening job, my troubles seem to fade. Nature is so calming and it puts so many things in perspective. It’s really difficult to stay agitated over something when the sharp yellow of the daffodils moving in the breeze are almost calling to me. 

In my walkabout yesterday I noticed that the Black Boy peach tree that I planted from the pit retrieved from another BB peach tree planted from a pit from the trees at my late mother in law’s house (that we planted years ago from trees I’d planted at Glenmore House, our very historic home….well the first bud opened. So that’s the pink bud in the second photo. In the most awful weather last year the mother tree that was much larger, died, so this little one has a lot to make up for so I can prepare some of the fruit that turns purple when cooked, at the end of summer. There are so many delights awaiting us. How lucky we are to be here in paradise.