Plum Gone

A badly placed planter caused C to trip over and run straight into the plum sapling we planted in March. To add insult to injury, the open box of screws he was holding flew and scattered about the garden. When C called me in exasperation- it was guilty me who had placed that no good pot right in front of everyone's way- I excitedly said, "What about the one plum?" Our tree had but one lonely green plum which had taken fruit from a meagre cluster of blooms; a frosty green thing which I loved to focus on when I sat on the back porch swing. Too belatedly I sheepishly asked "Are you okay." Too late as C was sniffy and miffy. In the doghouse again...