Future plums

It was a balmy night last night.  The hound frequently moved to lying on his back to cool down.  By contrast our morning walk was greeted by a fresh breeze.  

I've had a quiet Sunday.  A bit of cutting back of some rampant ivy threatening to clog up the garage gutter.  Then I sat outside reading The Lacuna.  Enjoying Barbara Kingsolver's writing.  Love this line from the main character: ' Algebra, a language spoken on the moon.  For a boy with no plans to go there.'

The Victoria plum tree is well laden with fruit.  Just hope a rain storm, tree rodent or bird allows them to swell and ripen.

Pleasant evening everyone.