And boy, are they good!
Our little tree was so overburdened with apples, it was sagging, working tirelessly to provide delicious food for the family that planted the tree, watered it, and kept it safe. I only picked about 2/3 of the fruit so make Apple Crumble.
My wife had never before made that particular dessert. She hit it out of the park on her first try. The picture does not do it justice.
It's strange to be able to grow our own fruit. I don't know why. I guess because we--as have almost everyone--are no longer tied to the land as our ancestors were. They literally had to grow enough food to survive. That kind of incentive is hard to beat. I'm sure kids complained back then about weeding the garden, watering the crops, and everything that comes with growing food, but I'm sure they understood better than people do today how important it was to put in the hard work.
When the last apples are picked (and hopefully used for more crumble...), the year's harvest will have come to an end. We can then look forward to what our little trees do next year. We hope for nectarines and more apricots, but if the apple yield is the same, I won't complain.
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