For the first time our orchard has given us a harvest. The plum trees were so full of fruit that the branches were drooping down to the ground. Picking them was fun as the wasps had also found them and were there in great numbers. Fortunately they were to busy gorging themselves to pay much attention to me. I just had to be careful not to put my finger on wasp occupied plums. I made a nice plum cobbler yesterday which we had with custard, yummy. My middle son Conor had already made a load of jam so I thought I would freeze the last bucket full of them.
There you are, five bags of preserved summer. Now we can have a few cobblers in the winter too!
