Where the Wild Plums Are

After The Rain: Where The Wild Plums Are

wild plums

Mimsy and I went for a run in the rain on Labor Day. Of course. Why wouldn’t we? Since it was raining. Rain being almost always too good to be true—lately as rare as tanzanite around here (I looked it up; tanzanite is rarer than diamonds even, and beautiful, in transient, saturated hues…also, it’s found almost exclusively in Mount Kilimanjaro’s foothills, making it both rare and exotic). When Mimsy and I left, I slipped a camera under my jacket, wanting pictures of my favorite places being rained on, hoping the camera would be safe there. Mimsy slipped her tail under her belly, for similar reasons (although she’s no photographer, she adopted a pessimistic view of the whole running-in-the-rain-with-only- a-spotted-hide-for-cover concept). Before we’d even trotted a block, I had to return the camera to the foyer and start all over again with my reluctant puppy, dragging her behind me until her pitiful expression convinced me to carry her in my arms (nothing like a grateful dog’s tongue all over one’s face during a downpour).

Within another block, the deluge subsided, Mimsy’s  misgivings were ameliorated, and she happily absorbed the novel rain-swept world on her own four feet again. Though she  and I approach these adventures differently, in the end, we both delight in them. Take in our favorite places with quick-beating hearts.

One of my favorite places is where the wild plums are. Which is just beyond where the milkweed and cows congregate, then back past wild roses (recently arrayed as hippy chicks),  sunflower cloisters, and an abandoned peach tree. The plums are almost unbelievable to me. I take in the mossy, decaying trunks. Marvel that such gnarly, stricken trees still bear fruit (and it is sweet; I’ve tasted the plums). Wonder how plum trees came to be there, thicketed on the fringes of grass and alfalfa… and then, content, turn my face (and the dog) back towards the mountains and home again.

wild rose hips

peaches and rose hips

plums, mossy trunk

where the wild things are

wild sunflowers

abandoned peach tree

Total favorite places roundtrip: somewhere in the neighborhood of three miles. A nice short run, easy on the knees. Or, a sufficient workout-walk with an energetic, insatiably curious dog, whose fascination with dung is disgusting, whose rudimentary understanding of “heel” is scandalously inconsequential, and whose shoulder and haunch strength belie her dainty build.

On this particular rainy day run, I loved how the peaches and plums and rose hips looked in the rain, as I knew I would. And I lamented (Mimsy gazing at me compassionately) that my camera was safe at home and out of reach. Although I’m sure I would have mourned its being unsafe and water damaged in my soaked jacket…Anyway. I came back later for pictures, but the sun had chased the rare rain clouds away. The peaches, plums, and roses, still beautiful, had shifted like tanzanite in a different light, back to their everyday spherical sweetness.

So I don’t have the exact pictures I hoped for when I set out with my dog in the rain. But it’s all good. There’s something delicious about rare moments that defy captivity.  That elude definition. I consider the memory a gift.

wild plum tree

plums and rose hips

The end. Smiley face.

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  • Deb @LakeGirlPaints September 17, 2013, 8:19 pm

    Beautiful photos! You really captured some striking colors.
    I love to go for walks. The Outdoors is good for my “insides’
    Thanks for sharing,
    Deb
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    • Lynaea September 25, 2013, 8:17 am

      Thank you so much Deb. Yes, the outdoors is definitely good for my insides too. Insides, outsides…so much to be grateful for.

  • Shari Woodbury September 5, 2013, 5:05 am

    Wow, it looks like Eden to me from my southern Texas local. I especially love the last two pictures-can’t imagine how lovely they’d have been if the camera had survived the rain.

    • Lynaea September 9, 2013, 8:56 am

      It would look like Eden to you…thankfully, there were no raspberries growing wild on that route. I think that might have just been too torturous for my south Texan friend.

  • Tabetha September 4, 2013, 3:45 pm

    Yay for you and Mimsy running. I’m not a runner, I’m a wheezer, but I applaud whole heartedly those who run. And plums. And peaches. And all the things you mentioned. A standing ovation from Tennessee.
    And true about diamonds and their value (odd how we value shinies that aren’t rare in society). I’m a fan of smoky mountain quartz, which my wedding ring features– also rarer than diamonds & yet more cheaply valued. Good for me & our bank account at any rate~*
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    • Lynaea September 9, 2013, 8:53 am

      I have my wheezy days too…my dr. and marathon-running sister suspect exercise induced asthma. How convenient for me, I mused. And considered the more comfortable route of choosing not to wheezewheeze anymore… But I’ve also discovered that I have grown dependent on exercise-induced endorphins. Quite. I lapse into ogress-ocity without them. So I keep running (if knees allow; lately they’re protesting) and sometimes wheezing. No desire to run marathons (or any miniature length of K, for that matter). Although I might because my marathon-running sister has great desires to hang out in that context, and I love her a lot. (=

      Your wedding ring sounds beautiful. I have a simple band, but sometimes fantasize about a vintage style ring featuring unusual (cheaper) gems…green aquamarine for instance.

  • Andie September 4, 2013, 2:23 pm

    such a pleasant way of mingling the moment together… so often, when I’m reading I feel like I get hints of Beryl Norman and Patrick McManus. 🙂 and, well, of course… you.

    • Lynaea September 9, 2013, 8:40 am

      Thank you Andie. Beryl and Patrick compliments just…make me blush. Awww. Can’t get much better than that…love you sistah.

  • Vickie Barney September 4, 2013, 1:20 pm

    Those are beautiful pictures! Thanks for sharing!

    • Lynaea September 9, 2013, 8:39 am

      Thank you Vickie! Thankfully, we can look at those photos without being swarmed by mosquitos. (= Which is always a risk on that road.