May 19
Today I drove toward Sonoma Garden Park and stopped to get lemons on the way. A neighbor had set some out in a box for the taking and I took.
The Garden Park is brimming with energy. Today’s winds knocked loose piles and piles of leaves, sticks, and other detritus, fallen fruit among them. I grabbed from the ground what the wind jostled free - Prunus.
Cherry plum jam shall be jarred tomorrow, lightened by some juice from one of the lemons. The sun was hot, touching layers beneath.
Only now at 9:00pm does the cool air enter this old house. Blessed be.