I love this plum tree. It’s the only plum tree on this land and I think it’s magnificent. I remember the old branch that broke years past when it got so overloaded with fruit. I remember climbing a ladder in the rain to pick plums and surprise Jeff with them when he came driving up the driveway. I remember enjoying the cool canopy under it’s branches on a hot summer day. I remember gazing up to see if the plums were ripe yet as I walked down to the chicken coop to gather eggs. I remember trimming the plum shoots and giving them to the goats who thought they were the best treats ever. I remember the deep purple plum skins and the juicy flavor bursting out with every bite of the yellow flesh. I remember sweet plum juice dripping down my chin on a hot day. I remember our greenhouse full of plums drying in the sun and filling jars with them in the pantry. 

Now it is spring and the plum tree is blooming with life.

I love this tree.