Plum Beautiful

I was tired.  It was the end of the day, I’d come home from my final commitment, it was getting dark, and I plopped down on my glider to pet my kitty and unwind.  I pulled my phone out and realized I’d missed a message from G.  He was at his sister’s house, and wanted me drop by.   Truly, it would have been easier to text back saying I was already home and calling it a day… but I hopped back in the car and was on my way.

What a blessing to spend time in their backyard!  There was a plum picking party going on when I arrived.  Three generations gathering fruit by the glow of the porch light, and our precious little great-niece wanting me to pick plums from the same tree as she.

The next night the guys were working away on the new patio, and our tiny little great-nephew was all over that job – wearing his Papa’s gloves and working his little plastic shovel.

These summer nights are more wonderful than any movie.  They’re filled with just as much cheering and laughter as any big sporting event.  They’re the moments I cherish.  Backyard bliss.  I’m glad I didn’t miss out!


5 Responses to “Plum Beautiful”

  1. Betty Williamson says:

    There’s a reason you call this column “simple pleasures.” You have a lovely knack for recognizing them, appreciating them, and, especially, writing about them. Thank you!

  2. Sandy says:

    Oh Betty… thank you so much!
    A simple pleasure for me is just sitting here at my keyboard typing away. It means the world to me that you enjoy my words!

  3. Lawanda Calton says:

    I love the sights and sounds you share!

  4. Robin Green says:

    This is what the word ‘rich’ really means.

  5. Just thought I would drop by and tell you how much I enjoy Field Days when I do have a minute to sit down and look at what is going on! Love and hugs

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