Eating plums straight from the tree

absurd dahliaI wish I could give you a marvellous photo essay on the plums that are just coming into season. But that would mean leaving my office desk here in the house and going out into the garden with my camera and a bowl to pick more fruit.

But this afternoon I am under house arrest. Work. That stuff.  Day job.

Glued to the laptop and doing film research on my favourite search engine Duck Duck Go which doesn’t track your searches.  This is always a good thing as I seemed to spend too much time this afternoon looking at terrorists and autopsy photos of killers. (Don’t ask. I never tell.)

If I did my searches on Google, they would probably send round Special Branch; or try and sell me a flak jacket.

So my garden forays have to be restricted to the early morning hours when it’s not to hot and I can do some smash and grab landscaping.

Or picking. I am doing daily green beans, broad beans, lettuce and herbs for my meals. Another photo opportunity I forgot.

Content yourself with this absurd dahlia I picked this morning. It’s not the size of a dinner plate, it’s the size of a side plate. Still way too big. But hilarious on its own. (And Bronwen, I know, I know. I vowed not to plant them again, but they sailed through the winter in their dormant state and just came back into growth.)