A combination of wet weather when the blossom was out, and general reluctance on the part of the tree, means that we have only 3 greengages.
I invented this little ditty to sum up the situation:
“Greengage, greengage, have you any fruit?”
“Yes, Ma’am, three, but they’re not for you.
One for the blackbird and one for the jay,
And one for the little bug that crawled in today.”
We’ve had good crops of apricots, nectarines and peaches this year, and hopefully will of pears, but apples and plums are a dismal failure.