Under natural circumstances, apple pollen cannot fertilize plum blossoms, which sounds pretty obvious if you know a bit of biology. So if you think about the pesticides and sterile trees of suburbia (fruit trees are few and far between) you appreciate the miracle of bees traveling those distances. We have an apple tree (Sparta) and a plum (Italian prune) in the yard. Tom's brother (Amanda's brother-in-law) lives a few houses down from us, and has some old plum trees in his yard, too. There might be other plums tucked away in the neighborhood, but probably the reason Bill and I have fruit is because the bees easily make their way across the street every spring. Not far to travel-- I like the thought of that.
In these enlightened days, I'm always distressed to see the "Chem Lawn" truck in the neighborhood. Never mind the "environmentally friendly" line on the side of the tanker; spewing anything around the landscape willy-nilly with a fire hose must decimate many tiny innocents. Wish me luck this year. Here's a picture of the plum bounty from a few years ago:

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