With the unbelievable weather we've had this year so far, about the only things we are going to harvest are the wild things. Wild flowers, fruits... I picked these wild plums from an old grouping of trees that haven't produced a crop in nearly 3 years. I had nearly given up on them, thinking the trees too old and that they had stopped producing.
I've been watching them since spring and find the deer under them daily as they love to eat the plums. They are finally ripening and I picked nearly two gallons this morning. It was cool and windy. Such a treat after weeks of having to stay inside most of the day. I can't do 100 degrees.
I'll make juice of these for jelly and our 5 month old grandbabe Penny Lane. It really makes me wonder about the old saying feast or famine. Can you imagine how the farmers had to depend on the weather and whatever, to feed their family throughout the year? The wild blackberries did just so so this year as did the mulberries. The indians that used to live around here were nomadic and roamed the plains; would set up new camps, perhaps following the food sources?
There will be plenty more of these. I'll let you know if I am covered in chiggers tomorrow.
