my grandson is 7 years old. his was a difficult birth (a very large baby from a tiny mother) but fortunately all our fears of repercussions were unfounded. he is a sweet energetic healthy boy. a month after his birth we planted "stanley plum" in his honour . the plum tree has taken on it's own personality.we evenually hung a bird feeder from it . in the winter the birds swarm it's branches for food and protection. in spring we marvel at it's blossoms. in summer i sit and read or work in it's shade. yesterday keith picked it's fruit and i made jam. we are thankful.