As many of my old friends may remember, L. and I ended up with a bit of a weird orchard of young damson trees that emerged from the Mother Tree God knows when. I mean, a few years back it was easy: one tree—one large bowl of damsons. But then, it turned into a downward spiral fairly quickly: two trees, four, and, I guess, we are coping with six of them right now.
The madness is even clearer as the guys decided to give us this year as much crop as possible in order that nobody would feel abandoned: here, we picked up around 2,5 kilos (approx. 5 pounds) of stuff from the lower branches of one tiny tree, and, well... I guess, the show must go on. So, the first 4 or 5 Kilner jars are waiting for a fresh batch of damson jam.
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