as in plums. I took this photo when I lived in Chicago. Walking through Hyde Park to catch the train each day, I always passed one house with a small plum tree next to the front gate. Season by season I'd watch them grow from blossoms to these beauties. Then one day, just like that, when I'd walk by to admire them, they'd be gone! Probably already in jars on the counter.
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