The first ripe plums have been picked, not by me, but by the raccoons (I think). I found tooth marks in a few ripe ones, more marks in a bunch of unripe ones, and still more green plums thrown to the ground. The raccoons were so stupid, they missed a couple of ripe ones.
Since I waited so long to thin them, they’re pretty small. Meanwhile, the basketful of thinned plums have actually softened and ripened as well. I suspect that the fact that they could do that is another sign that I waited too long. They ought to make for tasty plum syrup.
Anyway I got to pick the second batch of ripe plums. And there’s still plenty left on the tree. Mmmm. Tree-ripened plums.