Alain pruned every one he could find. In the spring. Hard work. They are old. They are tall. They are late bloomers. Just ripening now.
We did not know what to expect. More have been discovered. behind other trees, in the forest.
May the frost hold off so more will ripen. We plan to send photos to, or even try to meet, the apple expert John Bunker to find out what kind of apples they are.
There is something magical about growing your own food. Feeding yourself. Becoming less reliant on the industrial food system.
The season is winding down. The leaves have changed color and are now rapidly falling. The garden continues to produce tomatoes (until that pesky frost arrives to stop them), kale, arugula, turnips, beans and radishes. We must learn how to put the garden to bed for winter. Sally, our kitty sitter, is giving us a truckload of mature horse manure. We will bag leaves. We continue to compost. We bought an ax, a mallet, and a used wood chipper at a yard sale. Alain is chopping wood and perfecting his chansaw use. We canned our first tomatoes, ever. Kitty enjoyed . . . immensely.