Plums That Never Shall Be

We put Colin to work. He was in charge of putting the sticks in the container and toting them off to be disposed of in the woods.

Colin is blinded by the sun. I thought you might want to see this profound moment.

My plum tree, in spite of being viciously attacked by marauding deer last year, bloomed in beautiful health.

Then, the marauding (I like that word) deer returned and murdered that blossoming branch. Argh!