Instead of making pies

This morning I noticed the bowl of lemons glowing in a red bowl at my window sill and thought, " I need to paint those."  And then I thought, " Hmm I wonder if there are still any plums and blackberries growing in the community garden because another pie sure sounds good to me."  There were a lot of fallen, over ripe plums on the ground and plenty in the tree, and tons of blackberries and even a few pears so I gathered them up, picked some poke on the trail  and brought everything home and dumped them out on the counter.  Again, I thought, " they look so pretty there with the muted light coming in through the east window."  So of course, before I could turn them into a pie, they had to be painted.
Here's the result: