This evening’s run featured the first real rains of the fall. Samantha and I were caught in a small deluge for most of our 2.2 mile run. The rain soaking through my running shirt felt good against my skin.
At first, we took a small detour up to the end of Lincoln Street. I always forget where the cutoff is that ties back into Witham Hill Road. Running up the hill toward our favorite local plum tree, we found a blueberry bush covered in fruit. It was perfectly ripe and quite delicious. At the plum tree, I pulled out a cloth bag that I had brought along for the express purpose of smuggling plums. There are now several dozen plums sitting in my fruit bowl waiting to be eaten.