This morning someone brought in a huge basket full of fresh plums to work. They are small and beautiful, and even still hold a warmth from being in the sun. They are juicy and soft and delicious. This time of year is great in Southern California as the trees are heavy with fruit. Last night in acting class, while I'm sure we were in the throes of something extremely dramatic, we were thrown off a few times by very loud and abrupt WHAP! sounds hitting the roof. WHAP! WHAP WHAP!! We looked out of the studio to discover avocados the size of mini footballs lying on the ground. The tree they came from was three stories high. It's that time of year where the earth groans in the weight of its own abundance. What's nice is you can take a walk around a neighborhood and end up coming home with lemons, limes, grapefruit, and whatever else you might find. There are even maps of where to find communal fruit for those of us without yards. I will take this as a metaphor for everything offering itself right now and come home with as much as my arms can wrap around.