Happily, my parents live five minutes away and have an abundance, nay, an excess of fruit.
|This represents about 5% of the current apple crop|
|So many plums my dad has had to prop the tree up.|
To think I always cite 'the wonderful stone fruit' as one of the many great things about California. And here I am with perfect plums literally dropping off the trees. I must add this too the list of great things about Yorksire, and Britain (not that that list needs any further lengthening. It will be hard enough to leave as it is).
What on earth are two people going to do with all this fruit? They're busy too - they barely have time to pick it, never mind eat it. Or so I suspect. So I'm helping them out.
'Only take as much as you'll eat in the next two days', my mum said. They don't keep well, these apples. Well, Lady P enjoys an apple as much as me. Which is a lot. Plus half the apple ends up on the floor. Hers, that is, not mine. So I took this many.
|These should keep me going for a day or two.|
Think I'll go back later this week and get enough for apple pie. Just to help my parents out, you understand.