Plum good

Friday after school, Tess and Colm went to Emily and Edan's house and all four of them picked a mess of plums. Then they went inside and painted a sign.















The next morning, bright and early, we set up shop amongst the vendors at Saturday Market. It was capitalism with a small "c". In the beginning the "c" seemed to stand for "charity" as Colm kept handing over dollar bills along with the bags of plums.















It didn't take too long to straighten him our and pretty soon he and the rest of them were hawking plums like nobody's business.










They became proficient at bagging plums in advance, counting out dozens and always adding an extra one or two as a bonus for their customers. They developed a little sing songy call for customer that worked like a charm. I saw more than one person who had every intention of walking past get drawn in by their siren song and their infallibly optimistic smiles.

By midday when we packed up to go home, they had sold about thirty dozen plums. We went home and counted up the money and divided it into four equal piles. Next step: to spend or not to spend?
K