Apricots for Wednesday

The apricot tree in the yard burst into bloom over night, Monday night.  This tree is a different variety than the other tree…the old apricot tree.

This one is only 40 years old.  I planted it when we moved here 40 years ago.  It, too, is a heritage apricot, but it produces a lighted apricot colored fruit.  The fruit is sweet and make wonderful jams.

Yes you can tell the difference between the two jams if you don’t mix the fruit while canning.

Now for having fruit trees in your yard, I have a couple of prune trees, four pear trees, several sour cherry trees and two standard delicious trees.  You see I was raised on an orchard.  My grandfather had 60 acres of all sorts of different fruit and my Dad had 180 acres of all types of different fruit.

I missed the trees when I moved to here, their lovely blooms, the deep shade under their branches and climbing into the trees and finding bird nests, and I missed the humming of the honey bees.

(We have lots of bees because we do NOT spray for bad bugs, but allow the good bugs to do their thing.)

So I planted fruit trees in my yard.

I would never ever in a million years do that again.

NEVER!

While it works well to live in the middle of an orchard, the house is usually in a ‘space’ of it’s own.  Having the trees right with you in the house space is very different. The problem occurs when the fruit comes on —- the fruit drops and turns to mush if you don’t get out there immediately and pick it up.  The birds get most of the fruit because you work and can’t get out there the second the fruit even thinks about turning ripe, the trees grow BIG and BIGGER and BIGGEST and of course the best fruit is UP THERE!  (So you must and have to prune…you can’t NOT prune, which is a winter job.)

Since the best fruit is UP THERE the birds get it first and they only peck on one side or they only peck on one spot.  After all it is a bird buffet and there is so much to choose from, so that fruit is gone, even after you pick it.  If you don’t get it picked ON TIME, then the fruit drops onto the grass or the flower bed or the side walk, whereby YOU MUST GET OUT THERE AND GET IT CLEANED UP NOW!

If you have little kids its a great job for them, but little kids grow up and leave so the job becomes yours.

Still I have all of the same fruit trees I planted when we moved here, I put up with the mess.  I enjoy the bees who are very happy to have delightful food the first thing in spring, and the  birds who feast on the fruit.   I can, I bake, I freeze and yes….
I pick up fruit by the wheel barrow loads before the mush turns into an ant feast.

Come spring, I fall in love with each and everyone of my fruit trees all over again.

And this is why!

The trees in spring always bring me this delightful surprise!

Linda

The Old Apricot Tree Made It

I walked over to the old apricot tree the closer I got I realized that the Old Apricot Tree made it through the fire.

I was delighted!

This lovely old girl is starting to bloom.  The fire went around it.

The sun was just coming up adding a wonderful luster to the morning.

This apricot tree bears pink flowers and medium sized, extremely sweet fruit.

I am so happy the fire spared this wonderful tree. So very happy.

Linda

The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — March

Finally, Fuzzy and I, Mom and Dad have made it through the mud days of March.  March is spring for us here in Western Colorado…..well, at least our part of Western Colorado.

March is also the time of mud, wind, and little green shoots of weeds and such.

March is still cold. There isn’t much anyone can do about it.  Fuzzy and I are still wearing our heavy outside fur, and Mom and Dad are still in their carharts and sometime mud shoes.

But the bulk of the calves

and the lambs have been born and the best of all……the days are growing longer and longer!

Winter’s darkness (which squishes you at both ends of the each and every day) is gone!  Gone until sometime next year!  GONE!

Fuzz and I love it!

Around here everyone is glad to see March arrive.  It’s the time when all the farming starts, and well….that’s what we are about.  Stirring the soil, having the seeds delivered, fertilizing the ground, getting everything ready to plant.

Dad has started ‘opening the ground’, which means he is doing tractor work, which means there is always some little grandchild that likes to ride with Grandpa, up and down, up and down.  They do get bored after about three rounds, but they still want to be up high on the tractor with Grandpa.

I love helping Dad…we go out and do shovel work together.

Fuzzy would like to go, but he has trouble doing too much.  We do lots of chasing of things around the yard, but he really can’t walk much past the haystack area.

I love Fuzzy.  I only go with Dad if he invites me, because I worry that Fuzz will be disappointed he can’t go.

Anyway spring is here, folks!  And Fuzz and I are happy dogs!

Boomer