Thursday, May 16, 2019

Aromatic

     The aroma of wild plums that I remember from my childhood....


     Here they are from afar.....they seem to stretch on forever along a little creek....which I have appropriately named Plum Creek, borrowing from Laura Ingalls Wilder.

     Another sign of spring, they have turned on the doggie water fountain at the park so I won't have to carry water for Charleigh-girl.

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