Last fall, my father sent me three dwarf fruit trees for my garden. I dutifully planted them and have happily watched them grow. Though I shouldn't rightfully expect a harvest until next fall, one of the trees got to work this spring and we had two apple buds. As we watched the apples grow, JT and I mused about the shared apple snack we would soon enjoy.
Earlier this week, on the same day as I finally had my first tomato of the summer (more on that later this week), the apples fell off the tree, ready to eat. And eat them we did.
Next fall, I'll have more apples and pears. Maybe enough for a pie in addition to a few snacks. It's a most happy thought to contemplate.