My mom’s neighbor has a couple of plum trees which were dripping with ripe, golden plums. She picked what she wanted and called us up to gather the rest, before they went to the birds.
There was a lot more than we had been expecting. I’m so glad that we brought a kid along to pick. She is a much better tree-climber than I am.
We ate what we could and my mom canned the rest.
And the few that had gone bad became chicken food…
