Actually, there are wild plum trees on the banks of Anna Spring. The pinkish-purple plums are small, but, oh, so delicious. Under the tree are lots of deer droppings - they stand, waiting for the plums to drop to their feet - and three large piles of bear scat - I assume black bear. The bear have already climbed the trees because there are a lot of old dead branches that their weight broke off. I always walk along the trail to the trees calling, "Hey bear . . . hey bear!" There is another wild plum tree on which the plums are golden - but those aren't ripe yet.
I'm not quite ready to give a photo tour of our new house, but here's a photo of Harry, who just had to make himself comfortable on the new chair I bought for my study as soon as I allowed him in through the French doors.
Oh those plums look delicious! How wonderful to have truly fresh fruit.
ReplyDeleteI love Harry's chair! Oh, you thought it was your chair?
I'd forgotten to add: Under the tree are lots of deer droppings - they stand, waiting for the plums to drop to their feet - and three large piles of bear scat - I assume black bear. The bear have already climbed the trees because there are a lot of old dead branches that their weight broke off. I always walk along the trail to the trees calling, "Hey bear . . . hey bear!"
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