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I find it sad that Husby and I are doing all this work to fix up and beautify our house for sale to someone else, when we've rarely done it for ourselves so that we could enjoy the fruits of our labors. Speaking of fruits, I tried to make my famous plum jam this year, and two batches just wouldn't gel. It's as though the tree knows I'm leaving, and is pissed at me. We've had such a great symbiosis going...I've made anywhere from 24 to 60 jars of jam a year in the past, as the tree has thrived.