In May I woke one morning to this glorious sight.
And it was.
The small reddish green apples ripened month by month and in mid August, right before our holidays, they were ready to be picked. My husband climbed up and reached as many as he could. Baskets and baskets full. 8 hours later, I had filled 50 jars of applesauce.
It's the most delicious apple sauce I've ever held in my mouth. With just a sprinkling of cinnamon, the natural slightly tartness of those wild apples is beyond wonderful.
I feel so humbled to have this bounty gifted to us this year. So very, very grateful.
The remaining apples- even brighter and higher than we'll ever climb- are reminders to never give up on old apple trees- or old anything.
The best may be still to come.