Victoria[1].plumSo according to the poem this little chap sat in a corner, stuck his thumb in his pudding and pulled out a plum and said ‘what a good boy am I’. So he only had one? Well I know how he felt! I went  in the garden and looked at my tree, I looked and I looked -still nothing to see, then I went out the next day and my heart leapt with glee, as hanging quite proudly – one plum on my tree!

 Ok so it was a rubbish rhyme but I did only have the one plum! So what happened? Well in all honesty I was hoping that it would thrive by wishfull thinking and not a lot else.  After all it started out it’s life having been grafted onto a good rootstock and I thought that was it! However I have since discovered that my plum was probably the ‘King’ fruit that should have been removed sometime in June, and to all intent and purpose should not have been there anyway! 

 I’m going to have a go at training it to grow as a fan against the South facing fencing for the next season and hopfully be able to ‘stick in my thumb’ and pull out at least two next year! Darn! I forgot – I have to kill the ‘King’ – do you detect a touch of deja vue……