Last year the single plum tree in our orchard had only a couple of fruits. Both Mr FF and Mario told me to chop it down. Men do that, they love the slash and burn gardening and they are impatient. A perfectly nice tree, not taking up needed space, providing greenery, I gave it a tidying up prune, some feed and left it alone
This year I saw it was flowering, watched and hoped as the fruit set and not so long ago I picked plenty of plums. Enough to stew and serve with mascapone and crushed amarettos. I told Mr FF he shouldn’t have any as he’d wanted the tree chopped down. He has no faith but he did get some pudding.