I wish you'd just look at that.
See? Plums. Real plums on our plum tree. We've lived here ten years and as far as I know, it's the first time we've ever had fruit on that thing.
I'm waiting it out. Maybe they'll get bigger and ripen. Because right now, even the squirrels aren't interested. They taste foul. I swear I saw one of them take a bite and spit it out and go "plegh!"
But I suspect I won't have a plethora of plums to make something out of. With. Ending in a preposition. Whatever. Anyway, I'm sure by the time they're edible, the squirrels will beat me to the punch.
I don't really care, though. I kind of encourage that sort of behavior.