Our old Italian plum tree's seen more than 50 summers, and its winter has finally arrived. A couple of miserable windstorms and snowstorms have robbed the tree of its productive branches, and last year's crop was the last we got from the old girl. We'd had bags of frozen, cooked plums all year, but they finally ran out earlier this year. We were left with a small bag of plums I'd dehydrated and frozen, hoping to make them last a little longer.
