This picture also two years old, but the same thing is happening in the yard this year. That’s good.
I sort of hate this time of year. Winter, such as we have here, is ending, and I feel restless and regretful. I have not been up to visit the snow. The kids will soon be cast adrift from their current pursuits and in flux again. Things seem unsettled.
Of course, it is hard to dislike a plum tree.
Spring is busting out all over.