Showing posts with label plums. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plums. Show all posts

Sunday, July 10

Hey! Get outta my plum!

For several years I have been feeding local birds. While I’m sure they appreciated my generosity, they were risking their lives because we always seem to have at least one cat living with us. The hummingbirds were a tasty snack when the cat would lie in wait under a quince bush. The little birds seemed unaware that the blob of fur beneath the bush had claws and sharp teeth. Other birds would gather under their seed feeder to pick up the seeds that had fallen to the ground. The furball with claws kept nice and fat feeding on them.

So I stopped feeding the birds. As a benefit, the cat now gets only veterinarian-approved official government-inspected cheaper-by-the-ton Costco dry cat food. He’s getting fat and lazy and lethargic. Another benefit is to our fruit crop. Without an artificially-boosted gang of birds around, the plum tree is actually producing enough for us humans to harvest. So far the raccoons haven’t been by to break the branches, probably because of the growing abundance of feral/wild pigs eating what the raccoons used to eat, crowding them out. And we all know that pigs can’t climb trees worth a hoot. I don’t think they can even stand on their hind legs to reach up.

Only one local natural creature remains a threat to our plum crop—yellow jacket wasps. They seem to be growing in number because there was a bumper crop of apricots this year, and the plum tree is trying to catch up. I don’t know what to do about the yellow jackets. They usually only eat half a plum before moving on, so I get to eat lots of half plums. I just hope I don’t bite into one that still contains a wasp, though.

Friday, June 24

Plum lonesome…

I visited the Scharffen Berger Chocolate Maker works in Berkeley a few years back. They had free tours of the factory and gave quite a comprehensive demonstration of how chocolate was processed. One of the oddities they showed was how the cacao bean pod grew—many of them simply stuck out of the trunk of the tree, looking like a small purplish-yellow football that was glued pointy-end to the tree. This lonesome plum reminded me of the cacao pod.

Unlike its siblings higher up, this little thing was only a few inches off the ground. It has been green for a very long time, much longer than the higher plums. Does it need more sunlight? Should it be closer to the fresh nutrients being made by the leaves? Is it anti-social? Do plums have souls? So many questions.

I can’t wait to eat it and put an end to the rumination.