Five years ago, we planted a plum tree in our backyard. (And a bunch of other trees, too, but those aren't important right now.) It was a Methley plum, which is supposed to be self-pollinating.
Do you know how many plums that tree has given us in five years? NONE. Zero plums. A complete absence of plums.
Now ask me how many times the tree has even blossomed in its entire life. Once! ONE TIME. That was last year.
Can you guess how many blossoms it produced last year? Can you? Because I'll tell you. ONE BLOSSOM. Oy.
In short, this plum tree has been a giant pile of fail. Until this year.
Check it out, you guys! I know it's hard to tell from this terrible photo (the dog, a.k.a. Mister Awful Adorable, a.k.a. Gozer the Destructor, Destroyer of Plants and Peace and Socks and Souls, was simultaneously jumping on me and trying to eat the tree while I was taking pictures) but this year the dern thing is simply LOUSY with blossom buds! There are at least a couple of dozen on there, a few of which have just begun to open.
This makes me SO very happy, I can't even tell you. Maybe we'll get some plums this year! You think? Well, even if we don't, the tree gets points for effort.
I guess we won't chop it up for kindling after all.