I thoroughly enjoy June in coastal Southern California. Afternoon heat is not yet intense, mornings are cool and foggy. Farmers markets are loaded with berries and stone fruit, and both spring and summer vegetables. And my grandson comes for a couple weeks.
Anticipating his arrival and prompted by Pádraig Ó Tuama’s post on preparation, I worked out this poem.
I hope it makes you feel something wonderful.
Plums
The season cooperated.
I found the plums-
Early Santa Rosas,
A rarity I adore.
I’ve noted farmers markets
For the next two weeks
In order to replenish the store.
Not for me,
But because he
loves them.
Now 6-foot-three,
The first grand I cradled,
Smiles down (I up) with glee
When he arrives twice, thrice, yearly.
This trip, the season cooperated.
I found the plums
Early Santa Rosas
Glee!
Because he loves them.
Listen to me read Plums here☝🏼
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Pure delight! ☺️ I love imagining you and your 6 ft grandkid smiling (“down and “up!”) at each other.
Lovely, Kim! What a wonderful grandmother you are.