When we came back from vacation, the plum trees were heavy with ripe fruit.
There were not-quite-ripe plums, too, but even those were ready to come off in our hands, so we picked them. We left the ones the birds had started to snack on.
At the end, we had a lot of plums. (Had I been thinking clearly, I’d have weighed them.)
We froze plums for smoothies and made Plum-Vanilla Jam, Plum Barbecue Sauce, and Fresh Plum Turnovers and Plum Upside-Down Cake.
Happy is she whose husband processes fruit with her.
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