Our new house came with three plum trees in the backyard, and when we moved in it was harvest time. We'd have about 50 new yellow plums on the ground every day. Later, red ones dropped. They're good. Anyway, the kids volunteered for plum cleanup duty. The plums can get yucky, so they got some rubber gloves.
Got one.
Into the wheelbarrow, which has since broken from the heavy use. Sad day.
Transport phase.
Dumpage. This was accompanied by much mechanical beeping.
"Heh-heh. Work away, silly humans."
7/14/08
