This morning I went out to see if there were anymore plums to put out in the Boulevarden. There were some that had fallen from the tree and were laying in the pile of leaves that I raked last fall but then lazily left piled under one of the plum trees. The plums were perfect not bruised at all. They laid in little nests of leaves. They were beautiful, and it made me wish I had a few chickens out in the back yard...don't worry...I am not gett'n chickens...but it would be nice don't you think? Get up in the morning, grab a coffee and go out to check the chickens?...but that is the romantic in me. The realist in me is think'n no way I wanna clean chicken coups...
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