E and Y baked an apple pie today. Friday we had harvested some 50 apples, half spotless enough to keep, the other half for pie and apple sauce.
Had a piece for dessert, after dinner outside underneath our apple tree. Here’s the pie, with the tree and the next batch of apples to harvest in the background. Strong coffee, the neighbour’s piano play through their open window in the background, to go with it.
We’re clearly not the only ones enjoying the apples from our tree.
A very summery Sunday, so moving at slow speed today.
Local cherries (from traditional high trees), and lunch under the apple tree in the garden.
Today is national apple picking day. We had a tree full of apples this year. We ate a few apples during summer, but the drought, wasps and birds took most of them. So despite the many apples the tree carried early in the summer, the harvest in the end was smaller than last year.
The apples are very tasty though. Just the right mix of sweet and tangy. And Y was rather impressed one day sitting at the table in the garden, when she asked for an apple, and I simply reached above me and picked one.
I spent more time pruning the tree, then picking the few remaining unspoilt apples today.
Pruning the tree
The very limited remaining harvest
The apple tree in our garden promises plenty apples this year, by the looks of it from my office window.
Oil spill in the water our house sits on. The water authority’s people were there quickly after a neighbour reported it. Mats and barriers deployed. The sun will need to do the rest.
