Thursday August 19th
Day 120
The green tomato invasion has been replaced by a Victoria plum cornucopia. Every kitchen surface holds a tray or a bowl of them.
They are rosy pink and lime green gold with a misty white bloom on their skins.
Some are big firm pebbles. Some are leaking amber glue bubbles. Some are stung by wasps with small telltale holes in their sides.
Some look so soft and ripe you can’t resist taking a bite. That’s when you find the tiny wriggly worm making its gritty brown groove all the way to the stone in the centre, waving its head in the unexpected light - exposed. Rendering your perfect plum inedible.
For a while I feel deceived by the beauty of these plums, harbouring a canker inside. Then I take a knife and slice off the good pieces - rescuing what I can - leaving the worms and their feasting for the compost.
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