The apple trees I found were pretty poor. No water for ages, fruit full of bugs. The decent looking ones I took a bite of but they had no flavor. No love lost here on these neglected trees. (One thing you can't do in NM is leave trees or non-native plants to fend for themselves for water- the desert is just waiting to take over again.) I picked a few apples and pears but the prize was a lovely plum tree covered with succulent, ruby colored fruit. I stuffed my face and filled my basket and hopped the fence to get back home. (I could've just walked out the front gate but fence jumpin' is so much better. Nothing like getting your pants hung up on a barbed wire fence for a good story. 'How'd your pants get ripped?' 'Oh. Just hoppin' a fence'. )

If I go picking again I'll be making plum jam next. I'm not the most successful at jam making though. I need a pectin-injectin' I guess!
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