Here at the Garden Spot we have a lovely mature Red Delicious apple tree, so we picked apples this week.
Sundance is a creature of opportunity. He is already smacking his lips waiting for his handout. Perhaps this explains why the branches that hang over the coral fence didn't seem to bare fruit--or perhaps they did have fruit.
As a kid on my dad's little acreage, it was my job to pick the apples--only the wind falls, mind you--, cook them up and ream them making apple sauce to freeze. I had a horse that I loved ride everyday, but before I could go for a ride, I had to make a batch of apple sauce. As much of a chore that it was, in the cold of winter there was nothing better that apple sauce. I never could decide if I liked it better steaming hot or frozen cold.
Here is a nice specimen. Nearly perfect.
Guess who gets this one?
Even Max had to have an apple.
Of course the horse is NOT spoiled.
It was nice to pass up the apples in the grocery store yesterday. While these have to be carefully sliced to trim around the worm inside, there is nothing better than an apple right off of the tree. We are expecting our first freeze any night now. The last of the tomatoes and peppers have been picked, so it is time to let this garden go. I picked the last of the roses too. I couldn't bear to let Jack Frost ruin them.
Week 8 of school. Mid-terms. Students are cranky and tired; I am just getting my second wind.
You all have a great week.