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“As always in White's world, it is the minuscule that matters most and the threads of eccentricity, friendship, ruin, pluck and longing that move us most profoundly.”


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Bailey White

QUITE A YEAR FOR PLUMS

Bailey White lives in south Georgia. She is the author of the national bestsellers
Mama Makes Up Her Mind
and
Sleeping at the Starlite Motel
She is also a regular commentator on National Public Radio's
All Things Considered.

ALSO BY
Bailey White

Mama Makes Up Her Mind
Sleeping at the Starlite Motel

Copyright © 1998 by Bailey White

Vintage Books and colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.

The Library of Congress has cataloged the Knopf edition as follows:
White, Bailey.
Quite a Year For Plums : a Novel / by Bailey White.
p. cm.

1. Title.
PS3573.H452V43 1998
813′.54— dc21 97-41124 CIP

eISBN: 978-0-307-48996-8

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FOR ALBERT
,

WITH MUCH GRATITUDE, ADMIRATION, AND AFFECTION

CHARACTERS

Roger—a plant pathologist specializing in foliar diseases of peanut

Ethel—Roger's ex-wife, a schoolteacher

Louise—Ethel's mother

Eula—Louise's sister; Ethel's aunt

Tom—Eula's son, a forester. He is divorced from his wife Judy, who lives in California with their son Andy.

Andy—Tom's son. He spends summers in Georgia with his father and his grandmother Eula.

Hilma—a retired schoolteacher who taught with Ethel during her last ten years in the classroom

Meade—Hilma's best friend, also a retired schoolteacher

Gawain—an old forester

Lewis—an ornithologist studying the endangered redcockaded woodpecker

Delia—a wildlife artist visiting the area to study and paint local birds

Bruce—a vacationing typographer

Jim Wade—a collector of electric desk fans

Lucy—a nematologist

1. AGRISEARCH

T
he spring edition of
Agrisearch
came out with a picture on the front page of Roger standing in the middle of a field holding a peanut plant in each hand. In the distance you could see the irrigation rig behind him, and then the uneven line of trees at the back of the field. The caption said, “U. of Ga. plant pathologist Roger Meadows compares a peanut plant stunted and damaged by the tomato spotted wilt virus (left) with a healthy plant.”

For some reason the picture had come out amazingly good in every respect. The frail, sickly plant on the left looked almost weightless, as if it were just hovering between life and death in Roger's tender grasp, while the robust plant on the right seemed aggressively healthy, its dark leaves outlined sharply against Roger's white shirt. The hand holding this plant was slightly lower, as if it were all a strong man could do to support the weight of such vigor.

Roger's friends were all so taken with the picture that they cut it out of their April
Agrisearch
and propped it up on windowsills or stuck it with magnets to the fronts of refrigerators.

At the Pastime Restaurant the waitresses taped the picture up on the wall beside the “In Case of Choking” poster. Betty, the cashier, wrote “This is Roger, in Albert Bateman's peanut field” on a takeout menu and taped it up under the picture.

Roger's old friend Meade made a mat for the picture out of faded red construction paper left over from her schoolteaching days. In her enthusiasm for accuracy and information, she penned in down at the bottom the date the photograph was taken;
Arachis hypogaea,
the scientific name for peanut; and then ‘Florunner,’ the name of the cultivar.

Meade's friend and neighbor Hilma snipped Roger out of the peanut field with a pair of tiny scissors and transposed him onto two color photographs, so that he seemed to hover, artistically stark in
Agrisearch
black and white, between two lush springtimes—on the left, the bracken fern and longleaf pine woods on the hillside where his family house had once stood, and on the right, the Old Blush’ in full bloom in his backyard rose garden.

Out in the country Roger's ex-wife's aunt Eula stuck the picture up on the refrigerator beside a crayon drawing of the
Titanic
her grandson had sent her from California. On the white of Roger's shirt Eula printed R-O-G-E-R in proud capital letters, with the final R dipping down out of consideration for the roots of the healthy peanut plant.

“As if anybody in this house doesn't know who that is” said her son Tom.

“Roger has such a kind face,” said Hilma.

“And that well-bred nose,” said Meade. “Men's noses become so important when they lose their hair.”

“They say you should always label your family pictures,” Eula told Tom. “In a hundred years people will forget even Roger.”

“Look a there, there's Roger on the icebox!” said Eula's sister Louise.

“Roger ain't family. Mama,” said Tom. “Just because he picks the banjo with five fingers and married Ethel before he was old enough to know better, that don't make him family.”

“R-O-G-E-R,” said Louise. “They like a word like that, begins and ends with the same letter. But you got that last R so low, Eula, you got to be careful with your spacing, that can throw them off.” For several years Louise had had the idea that spacemen were attracted to certain combinations of letters of the alphabet and certain arrangements of shapes and shiny objects, and this made her difficult to reason with at times.

“It's Roger, in
Agrisearch,
Louise, with his spotted wilt work,” said Eula in a loud voice.

“Everywhere I go, there I am, me and those two peanut plants,” said Roger. “Fools’ names and fools’ faces.” He and his nematologist friend Lucy were picking his first roses.

“It's just such a remarkable picture,” said Lucy.

“Everybody is struck by it. You look so deep, Roger. What in the world were you thinking about?”

“I was just feeling sorry for the photographer is all,” said Roger. “He had driven all the way down here from Athens to take a picture of red wattle hogs in Sam Martin's new automatic feeder pens, but they couldn't get the doors to open, so the photographer said, ‘Stand out in that field and hold up two peanut plants.’ He had to come back the next week for the hogpens.”

But even knowing that, people still prized their
Agrisearch
pictures of Roger in the peanut field.

“Just like Roger to be concerned about the photographer having that long drive for nothing,” said Hilma.

“It is a remarkable likeness,” said Meade. “It's his mother's nose.”

“It was supposed to be two hogs, but they took a picture of Roger instead,” Eula told Ethel on Saturday afternoon. But Ethel was looking at the foliage on the roses Roger had brought that morning.

“Roger knows how much I like the pink ones,” said Eula, “so he always brings me ‘Queen Elizabeth.’”

Ethel turned over a leaf and examined the back of it, but there were no spots on the leaves. “Nobody can grow roses like a plant pathologist,” was all she said.

“He planted that rose garden just for her,” said Meade, “because she loved them so, and before the ‘Dr. W. Van Fleet’ got to the top of the trellis she was
gone.” It was a perpetual conversation, why Ethel left Roger. Lucy and Meade were sitting on stools in Hilma's tiny kitchen watching her poke the stems of ‘Madame Isaac Pereire’ roses into a vase. The heads were floppy, which made them difficult to arrange, but Hilma loved the fragrance, so Roger saved ‘Madame Isaac’ for her.

“And for what?” Meade went on. “That little guitar-strumming nincompoop from Nashville with the wispy goatee, when Roger plays the banjo so beautifully. I will never understand Ethel.”

“I don't think it had anything to do with banjos or roses,” said Lucy. “Ethel is just not domesticated, that's all.”

“I saw it with my own eyes,” said Meade. “She seduced him right off that stage.”

“But we have all reaped the benefits of the rose garden Roger planted for Ethel,” said Hilma, in an effort to stem the tide. “So we should not complain.”

“Because she liked the way he tapped his feet,” said Meade. “And poor Roger, left with nothing to comfort him but the Irish Potato Famine.” For two years after Ethel had left him for the Nashville guitarist, Roger had immersed himself in a study of late blight of potato, and that look of resignation, wisdom, and patience had come into his face that was brought out so well in the
Agrisearch
photograph.

“ I shall send upon you the evil arrows of famine,’ “Meade quoted grimly,” ‘and I will break your staff of bread’”

“Phytophthora infestens,
the Great Plant Destroyer,”
said Lucy. “The science of plant pathology had its beginnings in the Irish Potato Famine. It's very humbling to study a disease like that.”

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