The joy of warm plums eaten from a bush growing on the ditch of a dirt road.
Walking with my brother who carried his toddler son on his shoulders.
His wife and my husband walking with us.
We were young. Walking country roads like we did as kids…eating wild plums and blackberries.
I can still feel the love felt on that long ago, blessed summer day.
My brother, Dwight, his wife, Inga, and my husband, Doug, have all passed away.