Apple Harvest
Fall is harvest time and while we here at the Downey household don't have time for planting a large garden, or any garden for that matter, we are blessed with two apple trees. We inherited these trees when we bought our house two years ago. The first Fall we live here I picked all the apples myself and the second year I picked them by myself. While I've had plenty of fun reaping the benefits of having fruit trees, I must admit that picking the apples with Adelaide was so much more fun!
Here are the apples on tree #1. They were just begging to be picked! I won't show you tree #2, it hates me and refuses to produce more than 2 apples per season. And this year it displayed its hatred even more by dropping the 2 apples before I could harvest them. Jerk.
Here's my baby learning all about harvesting apples.
Step 1: Pick
Step 2: Check for bugs
Step 3: Scream like mom & throw the apple into the compost pile
Step 4: Repeat steps 1&2. (If no bugs are found, skip to step 5)
Step 5: Sigh audibly
Step 6: Place apple gently into basket
Repeat steps 1-6, alternating step 3&5 as needed until all apples are removed from the tree.
Notice how she places the apple with such precision. Yes, I taught her well. Also, notice the belly? Her signature.
We had such a wonderful time harvesting the apples that we were ready for tree #2. Until mom remembered the aforementioned hatred and therefore peed on tree #2. Ok, really I didn't, but I wanted to.
Some of the apples on the tree were so little and perfect I wanted to put them on my shelf and remember their cuteness forever. This, however, is not cute, little or perfect. And I had NO desire whatsoever to place him on any shelf of mine.
I wanted to place my thumb next to this little bugger to show you his size, which happened to be equal to that of my thumb, but my thumb wouldn't get any closer than the zoom toggle on my camera. Sorry. Below are the apples that were perfect and privileged enough to grace my table. (The rest got dumped in the vegetable crisper in the fridge).
Here are the apples on tree #1. They were just begging to be picked! I won't show you tree #2, it hates me and refuses to produce more than 2 apples per season. And this year it displayed its hatred even more by dropping the 2 apples before I could harvest them. Jerk.
Here's my baby learning all about harvesting apples.
Step 1: Pick
Step 2: Check for bugs
Step 3: Scream like mom & throw the apple into the compost pile
Step 4: Repeat steps 1&2. (If no bugs are found, skip to step 5)
Step 5: Sigh audibly
Step 6: Place apple gently into basket
Repeat steps 1-6, alternating step 3&5 as needed until all apples are removed from the tree.
These look great!
Notice how she places the apple with such precision. Yes, I taught her well. Also, notice the belly? Her signature.
Perfect!
They smell great too!!
Yep, these apples are keepers!
Load 'em up!
...and move 'em out!
...and move 'em out!
We had such a wonderful time harvesting the apples that we were ready for tree #2. Until mom remembered the aforementioned hatred and therefore peed on tree #2. Ok, really I didn't, but I wanted to.
Some of the apples on the tree were so little and perfect I wanted to put them on my shelf and remember their cuteness forever. This, however, is not cute, little or perfect. And I had NO desire whatsoever to place him on any shelf of mine.
I wanted to place my thumb next to this little bugger to show you his size, which happened to be equal to that of my thumb, but my thumb wouldn't get any closer than the zoom toggle on my camera. Sorry. Below are the apples that were perfect and privileged enough to grace my table. (The rest got dumped in the vegetable crisper in the fridge).
posted by Dallass @ 12:21 PM
1 Comments:
At 4:42 AM,
Joel + Sarah said…
Can you send some of those our way? Mmm.. I am in love with apples...
-Sarah
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