Sunday, January 20, 2008
Last Apple
Last night I ate the last apple of the season from my tree.
The tree's a dwarf Granny Smith, planted in the front yard next to the alley. This year I got some twenty apples from it -- surprising for a tree that's only about four feet tall. We worried when we planted the tree by the alley that its fruit would all be used as projectiles by passing schoolkids. But the sad fact is that kids don't walk to school anymore, and the homeschool kids who take piano lessons next door are polite enough not to mess with the tree, so the fruit stays on the branches until I (or gravity) take it off.
And I like to leave Granny Smiths on the tree for a long time -- ideally until after Christmas. Left on the tree, the fruit turns golden and sweet, like a Golden Delicious only not mealy. Perfect for slicing and eating. But for now, it's back to commercial apples.
The tree's a dwarf Granny Smith, planted in the front yard next to the alley. This year I got some twenty apples from it -- surprising for a tree that's only about four feet tall. We worried when we planted the tree by the alley that its fruit would all be used as projectiles by passing schoolkids. But the sad fact is that kids don't walk to school anymore, and the homeschool kids who take piano lessons next door are polite enough not to mess with the tree, so the fruit stays on the branches until I (or gravity) take it off.
And I like to leave Granny Smiths on the tree for a long time -- ideally until after Christmas. Left on the tree, the fruit turns golden and sweet, like a Golden Delicious only not mealy. Perfect for slicing and eating. But for now, it's back to commercial apples.
# posted by F.S. @ 10:40 AM 
