plums

been catching plums in nets for a while now and putting them out with bags for passersby.

lots of takers, with smiles. a good year for plums.

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a new dawn

i was jogging past the neighborhood watering hole this morning around ten when i saw its front door (“No Patches”) propped open for the first time in weeks. all the colorful little beer signs inside were alight and on a stool at the bar sat an older, heavyset gentleman with a big smile on his face.

probably more than one thing wrong with this picture, but the smile was authentic and how often do you see one of those out in the social wild these days?

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Chestnut Trees

back before the 1800s, the chestnut tree was king of the eastern forests, numbering an estimated seven or eight billion. diseases from imported foreign chestnuts reduced that number and a blight in the early 1900s almost finished them off.

i was reading this morning about attempts to bring them back (for example, https://www.usda.gov/media/blog/2019/04/29/what-it-takes-bring-back-near-mythical-american-chestnut-trees.

This made me smile.

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Eggs

There is a care facility down the way which is reserved for elderly covid patients and the doctors and nurses treating them. Every day the staff sets out a container of fresh eggs from their chickens. $5 for a half-dozen. They come in various pastel greens, off-whites, and strangely, pale blues.

Naturally we wipe them down, but are always glad to get them.

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joke

i am going to sit here and try to make up a joke in the next few minutes:

man walks into a bar and sees that the bartender is a horse.
“how do you manage to mix drinks with those hooves?” the man says.
“i use a blender,” the horse says.

(thank you. i’m here all week.)

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i jog past a fig tree every day, which stands near the road in front of a house. the figs are ripe and some branches hang over the fence. no sign of figs on the ground, which means the owners are carefully harvesting the ripe fruit from the tree.

yesterday for the first time i saw a woman in the front yard, doing something with her coral bells. she waved and i waved and then when i glanced up at the figs, she told me to take all i wanted; the tree was prolific.

i said how about one or two a day as i pass and she said that would be great. which it was.

cheers.

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Escort

A grandmother (Anne) living with her family down on the corner occasionally wanders (Alzheimers). I found her this morning sitting in my garden gazebo.

The air was indian-summer soft. Birds busy in the woods. I called Anne’s daughter. Then we had coffee and a pastry and I escorted her home.

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weekly smile

found a wallet. returned it.

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Teams

fall has arrived, which means that the major league baseball season is winding down in the US, with teams that i root for heading to the playoffs for a change. at the same time, the national football league is underway, with teams that i root for doing ok. sports, a chance to get away from it all, bringing a smile.

just read “Summer of ’49,” by David Halberstam, which is about baseball time in a time when the nation revered it. the book, also worth a smile.

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smile

not to be recursive or meta, and i’ll only do this once, and i’m probably not the first, but writing this first thing on a nice monday morning is making me smile.

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