Who looks at getting old when they aren't, even our plans don't allow for something we don't understand. So I have too many trees. It was good ten years ago but now it is too much work. No one is interested in picking. But they grow on you. Become old friends. I'm thinking of keeping only three. I'd make something out of the usable wood in the other five.
Apple is a nice hard wood. I'd like to start a new raspberry patch that I can work both sides of with a tractor too. Every thing is too big now. Which is okay in a way. I can grow green manure crops on half of it every year since I don't have cows or cow manure any more.
My trees are all grafted and not supposed to get big. I guess 12 feet isn't big compared to a 40 foot full size, but it still means a ladder. I'm too old to be playing on ladders but I do it anyway.
This is fine if you have kids and grandkids that will come help. No guaranty there. So I till under the apples that fall and accept that this is life. Just like weeds and getting old.
Sun is out, time to get started.
Red, I love the smell of fall, earthy. Love the colours too although ours are mostly yellows. Fall is just around the corner now. My carrots and onions are telling me that. Yeah I know there is a month but it will go fast. And soon there will be the first snow flakes. Hard to believe when it is this hot. And it all started with seeds in the house in March with snow outside.
Davit
