plumb wore out
this is the end of a day during which steve and i halved and pitted a grocery bag full of plums the size of golf balls. we made jam, we made a tart, we ate them raw, we froze them, we made liqueur with everclear and liqueur with cognac. i am still not tired of the beauty of these irregular orbs with their gorgeous powdery bloom, but i am, nevertheless, ready for bed.
plums (probably mount royal variety)