80. A bunch of bad apples…

Last year I showed you photo after photo of beautiful apples that were all picked from our trees here on Apple Hill.

It was such an amazing surprise because we just didn’t expect such beautiful apples from totally neglected trees.

There are also 4 pears in here somewhere...

Turns out, maybe neglect was the answer.

This past winter, we pruned the trees.

This past spring, we fertilized the trees.

And it rained.

And it rained.

And it rained.

And this year, this is what our apples look like.


Mildewed. Mutants. Miniscule.

My grandfather, Pa, would have said disgustedly, “Aagh, they’re just little bits a’nuthin’.”

mutant apples

I have such a vivid picture in my mind of him saying this, that he must have said it frequently. Although, I would guess he was talking about the peaches. Peaches are much more finicky than apples. AND he sprayed his apples. (And lived to the ripe old age of 98, despite being constantly around chemical spray, DDT, and other toxic poisons of the fifties and sixties. Plus, he spread butter on his potato chips and used the salt shaker for every piece of food on his well-filled plate!)

Yes, we know about dormant oil spray…Maybe next year we’ll try it.

But this year, we’ll be buying our apples…