Sixty Acre Baker

Plums

The weather is turning.  This morning we picked the almost last bit of plums.  Scout is a good early morning companion; she loves fruit as a treat.  These bright little orbs, appear to her, to be

message in a bottle

Spring arrives and we run in full sprint preparing and tending. Summer has us watching, patiently waiting. Fall arrives with a prize: fruit grown in.the. bottle. Almost complete, almost. Large