My Golden Delicious tree has groaned under the weight of fruit this year, despite thinning some of it in the early summer. I took these pictures yesterday morning. I have already harvested and stored 100 decent apples -these are what remain. A few have fallen for the blackbirds but most are still tightly attached-I know because I took one for my elevenses-cold, crisp, sweet, golden and well, delicious. It may be common and a bit dull when bought in a supermarket in April, but straight from the tree it is a very fine eating apple.
I don’t know if I am alone in this, but I always thank my trees when I harvest the fruit. I often pat them, like I would a horse. I’m not sure why-they can’t hear or feel but somehow it seems fitting. And I also whispered a little thank you to the white tailed bees and their kin who pollinated this abundant crop back in April.
As for the spots on my apples-I don’t know what causes them, but they are only skin deep and they don’t taste of anything. And I can live with spots-and birds and bees.
Continuing a theme of thanks, I want to say a really big thank you to everyone who has popped over to my other blog too. It is very kind of you all and deeply appreciated.
*Joni Mitchell-Big yellow Taxi.