Too many uneaten plums in Berkeley



One cannot munch on a plum without thinking of William Carlos Williams. On route on my walk to Bart, the last path under a too full plum tree is too full of rotten smooshed plums. How sad that something which could give pleasure- a really good plum is a private pleasure- has become a sticky nuisance.



I wonder if my garden grew such a tree, do I know enough people to fill their baskets. Yes I know plenty, surely a surfeit, of people who might need the prunes.