|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.