Our plum tree, which has dropped excessively-juicy plums onto the grass and sidewalk near the corner of 10th and Jefferson for far longer than I have lived here, is speeding up its decades-long process of falling over. Its roots are tearing out of the ground, and its branches are touching the grass.
We will get plenty of big blue handle-carefully-they're-soft plums this year, but I think that will be it until one of the suckers coming up from its roots starts bearing.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "To everything there is a season."\\
