Plumtastic

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

J Keats


Another warm beautiful day here.
BB has been up to her eyes bottling plums all day. I've been eating as many as she's processing.........oh dear! 'scuse me!!


PS it's my pal's big birthday today! Hurrah!!