Late last week, my lawn service guy mentioned that he'd been eating plums from the trees in our orchard. So after the work day was finished, I took my basket, wandered down to our little orchard, and picked some plums.
They were sweet; they were perfect. They were gone later that night.
Of course, I didn't take a picture of the plum trees because (a) it was dusk and (b) they aren't that easy to see, being backed up to our property line fence and the trees between our house and the neighbor's. That's ok; the plums were pretty enough.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!