plums

the weather is turning

this morning we picked the

almost last

bit of plums

-

scout is a good early morning companion

she loves fruit as a treat

and 

the bright little orbs

appear to her

to be a bucket of balls

-

she is very attentive

her inspection flawless

message in a bottle

spring arrives and we run in full sprint

preparing and tending

summer has us watching, patient-waiting

fall arrives with a prize

fruit grown 

in 

the bottle

almost complete

almost

large jars of ripe pears

bathing in brandy

infuse for months

monitored

sip after sip after sip

when the time comes

the brandy pours

briefly veiling 

the pear

bottles

corked

-

ready

for night capping

and

mood enhancing

-

hold secrets of the garden

and

whispers of the trees