The children hung paper lanterns on the plum trees to celebrate the festival.

Every summer, our neighbors bring jars of plum toms to share at the community picnic.

She chopped a ripe plum tom and added it to the simmering marinara.

The farmer proudly displayed the interspecific plum at the county fair, explaining how the hybrid combined the juiciness of a plum with the sweetness of an apricot.

The Japanese plum in the temple garden bloomed early this year, filling the air with a delicate fragrance.

The farmer proudly displayed the musk plum at the market, its sweet, lingering scent drawing curious customers.

Grandma served a steaming bowl of plum-porridge every winter morning, the sweet plums and raisins making the simple dish feel like a festival.

At the festival, the stall displayed several plum-porridges flavored with honey and cinnamon.

The ripe hog plum fell from the branch with a faint, sweet aroma that reminded me of summer markets.

I bought a ripe date plum at the market and savored its sweet, honeyed flesh.