Now I've said it.
This past year has been one of the worst of my life. I'm not going to go into why, but it has been awful.
But, one thing that has been better this year than any other since moving here, is the apple harvest. We have three little trees. Two of them are dwarf varieties--Cortland and Fugi, and one is a regular-sized Jonathan. They are all about ten years old, but it's only been about 8 since we planted them.
Last year was such a bad year for fruit around here due to a late freeze that killed all the blooms. The kids and I went out and picked the Cortland apples a couple of weeks ago as they ripen earlier than the others. I just made an apple pie with the last of them the night before we decided it was time to pick the last two trees.
Mr Farmer thought it would be a quick chore, so he offered to help do it. HA! He had no idea how many apples there were. We took the Ranger down and two boxes to put the apples in. HA again! It took quite awhile, with all of us picking, to finish both trees. We don't water, fertilize, or spray for bugs. There were a couple-literally- with bugs, but not many. I'm sure a few got included in our haul since the kids picked and loaded indiscriminately, but mostly they are gorgeous.
And here's what we got.
Now, what to do with all of them. Mr Farmer loaded the two boxes and filled the large bottom drawer in our garage fridge. It barely made a dent in the pile!
They shine up so nicely and taste delicious.