If you take a walk to the top of my back yard, near the fence that divides it from the farm fields behind us you will spy a pretty crap-apple tree.
Planted along time ago by the previous owners, you would not even know it was there, until you took that hike.
Why this spot was chosen we do not know. Its beauty is not seen from the house or enjoyed even if right outside in the back yard. Only by hiking up the steep hill, trough the tall grasses, that we leave for nature and wildlife to use and enjoy. Then looking sharply to the left. It is in arms reach of the farm fence itself.
Here is a wider view. If you look hard behind and to the left of the crab-apple you can see the old and forgotten apple tree that also resides on our hill top.
We leave this one alone to also tend to itself and grown the way it has since a sapling.
These pretty and delicate blossoms are from a few days before on the abandoned apple. It sheds its flowers quickly, especially this spring with it's ping pong match of warm and cold, windy days. A little rain and gusty cold winds and the fragile petals don't have much of a chance. This large tree is deeper in the thicket of other trees and taller grasses that also hold frame for vines of the prickly kind and wild grapes as well. Add this to the forgotten apples shelter and you can understand why we leave its fruits that fall to the ground for the wildlife to enjoy as well.
They are tasty and a sweet-tart flavor, but since it is left to fight its own battles the fruits are not pretty, but absolutely useable if one would care to carve away the blemishes of scale and bruises. We have been tempted to snack on one or two if we are lucky to pick one off the ground that was freshly fallen.
So the neglected apple and the misplaced crab-apple trees keep each other company and enjoy the seasons as they pass. This year should be no different. I hope to enjoy their changes through the summer into fall along with the birds, deer and other wildlife, as they enjoy their tasty treats.
Have you ever found a forgotten surprise in your yard?
Until next time ...