Plums

This morning my daughter Viola enjoyed her first plum as a whole fruit.  It was not blended, or cut up into bite size pieces with the skin removed.  She bit right in with juices dripping.  This reminded me of trips to the farmers market when I was a little one growing up in Mississippi.  The lady who ran the fruit stand would always give me a plum just for being adorable, and I would bite right in, juices dripping.  I remember this taste with great detail, there is no sweet or candy with an equal place in my recollection.  I hope that my own little one will have such fond plum memories.