My plum tree

This is the tree I call "my" plum tree (mon prunier) because I grew it myself from pits, first in pots and then in the ground at the northwest corner of our back yard. It's a rustic variety that blooms in late winter or early spring. Most years, the birds get the majority of the plums, but I've had a few good harvests over the years. The plums themselves are small and not very sweet, but they make really good tarts, clafoutis, sauces, and jelly or jam.

I started the day with a bang early this morning when I got out of bed. I tripped on a rug and fell down, slamming into a wall as I hit the floor. Luckily I didn't get hurt, and Walt was able to hold me by the wrist and help me get up off the floor. I hope an accident like this one will teach me to be more careful in the future.

Tasha et les jonquilles

We had a short dry spell this week. Yesterday I took my camera out on my morning walk with Natasha.
When I was taking the picture above, she came running over to see what I was up to.

Spring springing

While we weren't paying close attention, spring started springing this week.

This is an ornamental cherry tree in our yard. Behind it, a plum tree.

Sun!

We've finally had a couple of pretty days. No rain, some clouds, but mostly bright and warm.