Grandpa’s Plum Tree

While we were in WA we got to spend a lot of time with my Grandpa. He’s had delicious plum trees in his yard ever since I can remember. Growing up, I lived across the street from him and would often go and pick several plums a day and end up with a terrible stomach ache. It was so worth it because these plums are the best!
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My grandpa took us out there with his dog and let us pick as many as we wanted.
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I didn’t know till we got back to our hotel that J literally filled his pockets with plums and peanuts! Oh yes, my grandma always had a drawer of peanuts to put in the squirrel feeders outside. I thought it was so cute that J had packed some for later(I’m still finding peanuts in our laundry ha).

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Now I’m craving those plums, guess we need to plan another trip=)

About Sugar Plum Runner

Welcome to the Sugar Plum Runner! I grew up in WA state, but currently reside in UT with my husband Josh, son Jackson, and 2 daughters Lily and Claire. I love running, but I have never been so inspired to run, race, and blog about it since 4 years ago after I had Jackson. I grew up playing soccer and cheered in high school. My favorite part of both sports(and yes I consider cheer leading a sport) was the conditioning. I found myself running after practice was over on my own. That's when I realized that running may be the sport I really loved.
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