Every day, the first apple tree is dropping five gallons of apples. Dropping. That’s a fraction of how many are staying on the tree.
About half of them are split, and go to the pigs and hens. When I pick them up, wasps come tumbling out of the splits. I think they might get drunk on the spoiled apples. The wasps are luxuriating in the apple glut. Pretty soon, the pigs are gonna give me the Another apple? face too. The undamaged ones, I’m saucing, since this is a lovely sauce apple.
This is one of the dozen or so trees HW pruned in the spring, and this tree has responded exuberantly. Many of the apples are “store-sized” already (would expect a couple years pruning to come up to full size).
This is just the first tree to get ripe, of….63?
Haha. There are, at last count, 63 apple trees here, but only about a third of them look likely to bear apples, and most of them haven’t been pruned, so they have tight little stingy apples. If all goes well, we will have a fine amount of cider this year. Over time and annual pruning, more of these legacy apple trees will come back into production.