Ewww.... Once a year, this garden is blessed with a plethora of purple plums. And when I say blessed, I mean having the opportunity to pick plum leather off the sidewalk and feel the ultimate squishiness betweeen your fingers. Oh yeah, the sweet smell of fermenting plum goo. It makes me want to call these folks next year when the time comes. What a great idea it is to put our youth to work to harvest it all and feed the elderly!
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