Friday, August 08, 2008

A Jar of Purple Heaven

We planted a plum tree by the end of our drive at the road where our neighbors walked their kids to school. They were the sweetest and most abundant plums I've ever seen; everyone would stop to pick and eat one or two, and leave smiling.

Our neighbor who let us use his pasture for our horses gave us a recipe book with plum pie written by his cousin in Montana.

One fall a woman and young daughter knocked on the door to tell me she read a story at school about making plum jam, and wondered if she could pick a box. The next week she brought us a jar of purple heaven.


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