the plum tree is blooming.

while the cold wind blows  while fragile pink petals bloom  in the house, i knit.

though the cold wind blows ,fragile pink petals blossom , in the house, i knit.


nuclear weapon testing. asteroids exploding. cruise ships burning.

and yet.

the plum tree blooms.

near the front door.

near the front door.

and in the spring when the warm wind blows, i will pick the plums… which will be hard and sour…. and give them to my old neighbor so that she can make “ume shu” a very sweet kind of wine that she keeps in a big jar under her sink.

 

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