It started off that there was a mass of apples in the spring. Most of these fell off but five remained. In turn, these have fallen off – fortunately mature enough to eat, albeit small, which a friend puts down to the fact that it has been a dry summer and nextdoor’s silver birches will have been taking water from the soil in my garden.
Now, there is one solitary apple on the tree, looking unexpectedly rosy (last year the one apple at all was a russet). I’ve tried to pick it but it doesn’t want to come off, so looks like I will wait for the wind to help me out!
© Helen Butt, September 2014