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| Gifted Plum Goodness! |
I had a rock hit my windshield today on the way home and it made a crack. The windshield is fairly new too-within the year I would say. I am glad though that it wasn't worse. The rock breaking my windshield doesn't seem like a gift does it? Or, maybe it does.
As I was driving home, that rock made me think and remember what was sitting in a bag on my backseat. Not every gift comes from a store or is wrapped up. Though, admittedly, this one came in a plastic bag! I had lunch with my girlfriend today and she brought me some lovely plums from her Dad's tree. Such beautiful colors! I hardly want to eat them. They are destined for some jam I think. My grandmother used to make the most wonderful plum jam. I remember eating it and it makes me feel like a kid again (sort of)! As I said, not every gift comes in a package.
Libby
Dearest Libby- catching up on your posts here. Your photo of the moon was gorgeous. I love walking in the moonlight. I have a close friend who does the same. You are so right about the connection we share. Looks like you found a lovely spot to vacation and be renewed. Each day brings an opportunity to start afresh. That is a gift as well. Now for that plum jam I am hopping a plane- that is indeed a wonderful gift. Sorry about the windshield- just glad you were safe. Thanks for sharing your insights. I am always glad to read yours.
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