Chapter 30. Turning Thirty

This summer I will turn thirty all right...my second go-round at it.

I dug this morning despite the coughing. Actually, it gave me an excuse to partake of my homemade cough syrup (one part maple syrup, one part honey, one part fresh lemon juice, two parts Bushmills). Needless to say, I feel a LOT better.

Here is the hole:

Here it is with the pool:

Here is the pile:

And I have some very bad news. My wonderful plum tree is about 3/4 dead; very few of its branches are bursting into bloom. I still have the wild plum, which is an odd but prolific tree.

                                              Here it is last year.....

I am guessing that the Santa Rosa plum on the right has finally rotted. This makes me very sad. It had the best fruit ever, except for maybe the one I used to have out in Winters. Oh man, I do love a good clafoutis. But I guess we all have our life expectancy to adhere to. I figure I have one more thirty left in me.