Revisiting a lost dream under
a backyard plum tree.
I am sending a lament for the
days of sitting under the shady plum tree in our back yard. One could idle away
the hours shelling peas, crocheting squares or daydreaming about the magic
faraway tree.
All while sitting in a comfy
deck chair. To drift by under its shady canopy, while looking over to the
lesser species of the damson plum tree that never quite measured up. Time moves
on and daydreaming days have never quite found that mystical faraway place again.
Also I admit to having never
completed that crochet rug!
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