Apples . . .

This has been the first year in, errr, well more than I can remember that our apple tree has managed to produce anything!

In the spring we all stood under in open mouthed looking at the unusual sight of a tree full of beautiful pink blossom. None of us ever thought that it would last! In previous years it has managed maybe a handful of flowers which at the first breath of wind have blown away, but not this year. The tree has hung on and is now bending under the weight of fruit.

This weekend we managed the first small harvest, me standing holding the carrier bag, dodging the odd one that decided that was the time to fall, my usefully tall brother being chief picker.

So it looks like an autumn of crumble, pie and chutney ahead. I will post some of the results in due course.