At the top of our old hayfield is the fence row. The fence is out, and wild plums are encroaching. When we had cows, there were paths winding through here, because the cows liked to stand under the plums in the middle of the day. In early spring,when the cows were gone, our kids liked to play in there.The first bunches of Dutchmen's Breeches, or Gentlemen's Pants, bloomed profusely here, and the other ephemerals, Bloodroot, and pale pink starry Spring Beauties. There were hanging grape vines to make swing seats, and rooms to play house in, and build forts. Usually there was a collection of murky bottles, and I noticed a few of my spoons, to make a kitchen.
We were implored to come visit, to see how wonderful it all looked inside the plum thicket.
As I recall, it was very, very beautiful.