When I moved here twelve years ago, there were two old apple trees in the yard. They were fairly close together, so we cut the tree that shaded the garden down. There’s not a lot of sun in our yard and we also needed more light. The remaining tree had quite a few dead limbs so we had it pruned at 75.00 a clip a few times. When I sit on the outdoor porch swing the apple tree is within a few feet of the porch and is home to quite a sparrows, chickadees, blue jays, cardinals and finches who visit the feeders filled with black sunflower seeds, hanging on the porch and under the tree.
Every cloud has a silver lining and I try to look at the positive side of things. For the past two years when the frost killed the blossoms I thought about how we wouldn’t have to rake up all the drop apples in the fall. That thought process isn’t working so well anymore as I’m starting to miss the annual chore. Cliff rakes up the extra apples to give to the turkeys and goats. He’s sad because Sweet Pea, his favorite Alpine has never tasted a fresh apple before. The other positive is that whenever the apples don’t mature to fruition the tree is saving its reserves for a bumper crop of large, juicy apples for pies, crisps and apple sauce. Maybe next year.