We had a funny spring. There was a one night freeze and it got all my peach blossoms — so I had no fruit this summer. However, it was, apparently, a great spring for apples. My neighbor to the north has an apple tree in his yard. One branch hangs over my fence. It provides shade and is a windbreak. It also provides the dogs with an ample apple supply.
Our trash pickup is on Tuesdays. Yesterday morning, I took a large trash bag outside and hauled more than 30 pounds of fruit to the front. That’s about the weekly average for five or six weeks during the later summer. It doesn’t include the enormous number of apples that Inca eats and that Chase juggles or uses for bowling balls. So, when I left for work, the apples were cleared out of the back yard. When I came home last night, this is what I saw — in just one planter.
