Lots of plums.
Plums as far as the eye can see.
I like the plums, and they make excellent snacks and dessert. And I’m trying to keep up with the smashed fallen ones but there are just so many. Unfortunately, rotting plums attract yellowjackets, as poor little Thomas found out today:
Giant puffy swollen paw (it looks worse in person). So I guess I’d better go pick up plums. I hate to waste them, but I can’t eat or preserve the gallons of plums out there. I was going to make plum fruit leather… and I still might. But I’m getting a headache and it’s very warm and I think I need to take a nap with Thomas right now.