It occurs to me some folks might want to know why I decided to name my blog “Plum Wilder”. Well, I could have used some variation of my own name, but that idea’s already been taken. There’s a bit of creative challenge that goes into choosing a web identity these days. Sometimes it feels like all the good blog names are taken, right?!
When I was a kid, my dearly departed Southern grandma always used the modifier “plumb” before many of her adjectives, in order to imply that the object of her sentence was absolutely whatever. Some examples:
- “Honey, you should really take a bath, because you got plumb dirty outside in the garden.”
- “It’s been a long day! I’m just plumb wore slap out.”
- “She can’t sew a straight line… look at this hem! It’s plumb crooked!”
I hope you get the idea. Well then, I’ve heard the phrase “plumb wild” all my life, but for many years I thought it was said plum wild. I kind of like the imagery that goes with that phrase, even though it’s incorrect and I don’t even particularly care for the taste of plums. I don’t have to love plums to appreciate their inherent beauty!
Plum flowers are delicate and feminine, and the fruit is colorful, plump and full of juice. A plum fruit doesn’t last long after being plucked, so it should be savored right away. Eric’s great-grandmother had a plum tree in her yard, and (until a couple of years ago, when a tornado plucked it from the ground and tossed it into a nearby pasture) I used to enjoy standing under its carefree branches, touching the smooth flesh of the aubergine-colored plums.
One day a while back, I was sitting in the middle of a different sort of tornado: this one was precipitated by two little boys, and I was feeling all the stressful feelings. In a quick moment, I pulled the line from my grandmother’s book and shouted, “Why do you boys have to be so plum wild?!” And then I followed with the thought, “They’re wilder than wild.” I felt the burst of inspiration immediately in that moment and changed my Instagram account to reflect the new name immediately.
I reserved the URL soon after, but obviously I’ve been slow to get my new blog up and running! It’s not for lack of trying, but now I’m convinced that the idea came long before the proper season. Just like a plum tree seed must be planted and rest in the soil long before one expects to harvest fruits- sometimes an idea must be nourished for a time before it can sprout. And I still believe it will still be quite a while before my ideas will be ready to bear much fruit!
This blog is dedicated to my grandma, because she was feminine and sweet and spirited and kind. It’s dedicated to my children, those two wild souls, who challenge me and teach me and keep me busy every day. Above all, I hope this blog will point to my Lord Jesus. Even when I choose to write about the mundane and the material, His Spirit infuses everything I do with life and I hope that is evident in the midst of all this beautiful chaos.