Soil, plums, book

1. Planting out some new seedings. The soil is sun-bleached grey on top, but crumbly rich black underneath when I dig the holes.

2. Our neighbour's heavily-laden plum tree hangs over our back fence. I don't know these neigbours, but I am sure they won't mind if we eat the plums over our side. They are very small, but ripe; greeny-red skin but deep red inside. I have 2, Jasmine gorges herself on 13. Aiden has one bite and that is enough. I bring a bowlful inside for later.

3. A book I have been on a long waiting list for is at the library for me. My turn at last.