The other day our neighbor came over and rang the bell. I was out walking the dog. Walt went to the kitchen window and leaned out. Mme M., the one who lives in Blois but spends weekends and summers across the street, said her husband had picked 15 kg — more than 30 lbs. — of plums (those are prunes in French) off one tree in their yard.
"Come over and take all you want," she said. "There are a lot of them on the ground and a lot left on the tree." She didn't know that I had already picked quite a few of them. M. and Mme M. were still in Blois. They had told me earlier that I could help myself.
So yesterday morning we went and picked up a lot of plums off the ground. The weather is so dry that they hadn't started to spoil. I washed and sorted through them all and weighed them. Three kilograms. More than 6½ lbs. Now what are we going to do with them?