Nature is a wonderful thing. Take these wild plums for example. We are inundated with them this year. They grow unattended at the far end of our garden, their branches desperately reaching out for the sun and then they deliver a bounty of fruit.
Even the birds can’t keep up with them the way they did with every-single-one of our pitiful crop of cherries.
We also have plum trees which we water, feed, spray (non-toxic, bio friendly of course), visit and encourage. We are anticipating approximately 15 plums from two trees, again assuming we get to them before the birds.
All of this is to tell you that this week I’ve made my wish — always the same one — on our wild plums. They’re tiny, but they’re tasty. If my wish comes true, I’ll tell you what it was.
A demain mes tres, tres chers amis.