When I first found out that our front yard boasted a fruit tree, I was beyond charmed. Today, not so much. I’ve been extremely busy getting the girls ready for school the last few weeks. I’ve never been so behind before, but the move absorbed my attention for about six weeks, so there you have it. While dashing around for school shoes, school clothes, school supplies, and last minute doctor’s appointments, I was not paying attention to our yard. This happened while I was not looking:Oh my god, all that fruit is going to rot in my front yard! So I hauled the girls outside for some plum cleanup time. Linlee was a fabulous little worker bee. Holly was a nightmare.Above, happy little worker bee.Above, unhappy non-worker bee.Now a crying non-worker bee because picking up plums is the worst thing that could ever happen to a girl. Gah. Actually, it was miserable work (many of the plums were mushy and my back was aching from the constant bending over). We didn’t get close to finished. Meanwhile the tree was actually pelting us with plums as we worked. It was kind of funny. What do people with fruit trees do about this problem? Next year I can keep a better eye on the tree and have us go out there nightly before the tree drops masses to the ground, but gee whiz.
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