Louder than Words

As a writer, it's not every day that I admit a picture's worth 1000 words. This past Wednesday, I spent the morning with Augustin, collecting storm-fallen walnuts and plums, and digging "NY" potatoes (those planted in May by yours truly!) in Mr. C's garden. No other narration seems necessary. Only one word of explanation - about the plum pits. Mr. C informed me they were picked clean and left there by the crows, who, gourmets one and all, don't like to eat things off the ground.












If this post has you feeling plum-ish - there's still time to try my roasted plums with red wine, cinnamon and vanilla.