There are no plums on any of the trees that supplied my breakfast all of last summer.
The snow landed heavily on the blossoms, and luckily I photographed this beautiful site.....because it resulted in no fruit.
Each morning I walk past the trees, whereas last summer I would stand beneath them with my dawg and engorge myself gratefully on these succulent spheres of purple juiciness chock full of nutrients, this year I just walk past them without having tasted one this entire season.
Yup, these times, they are a'changin'.
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