Two plum trees, six bowls of ripening, purple-pink plums. These plums have caused me stress. They have required an answer, a doing, an action and I have not been able to provide them with anything like enough activity.
They have been divided into bags of approximately forty plums and are slowly being distributed amongst friends and neighbours. Why? I hear you ask. There's chutney, cobbler, crumble and duff. Can I find nothing to make or create with such abundant produce?
The short answer is no - I do not have the capacity to indulge in plum processing this week. I have enough to think of with ever-expanding courgettes and green beans crying 'pick me' as I watch the rain fall over them. Plums are just too much harvest for this woman to cope with.
The situation is not helped by the fact that I am the only individual in our household able to eat plums, or, indeed courgettes in any great quantity. We are not the best family to join the 'grow your own' campaign although I do have the greatest hopes tha Alan Titchmarsh will invent a fish finger seed or, a yoghurt plant, or perhaps a crunchy nut cornflake bush. Then, we'd be right there with everyone other family who've planted their patios with produce.