Saturday, January 21, 2012

Playing With the Harvest


We've always thought our cherry plums weren't edible, and left them for the birds to feast on. However, after decent Spring rains, these ruby red plums looked much plumper and more inviting, the little one beckoned for us to pick them. On tasting they were surprisingly sweet and delicious.

The little Bowerbird discovered they also make a great toy and built a cherry plum wonderland on a lazy hot summer day. Middle Bowerbird lay alongside recovering from a nasty all over rash he woke up with. It is a game only a child could invent, and I cannot explain it. I hesitated in letting her play with them but decided why not, it was her idea to pick them in the first place. I love that sour plum face, then she still went back for more.


  1. Love that Cherry Plum wonderland...What a great imagination your little bowerbird has...

  2. is late, i should be in bed but i am enjoying your blog and pinterest are my kind of girl!


In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young