We held off harvesting our apples as long as possible so they had a chance to ripen as much as possible. But today was now or never as the forecast is for a temperature in the low 20s overnight tonight.
It was a gray, chilly day so we bundled up for the work. At least until we got going and warmed up a bit.
Chicken Mama offered to help and her assistance was much appreciated.
Tucker did what he could to help, too.
1) We got only about two bushels total from our seven semi-dwarf trees. This wasn't totally unexpected as the blossoms on the trees this spring were very, very sparse. It's not that the blossoms froze . . . they just. never. appeared. Few blossoms = few apples.
2) None of the apples got a chance to mature enough to have good flavor. Even though we had a long, warm fall which we were hoping would do the trick, all of the varieties were either tasteless . . . or sour and tasteless. That blasted cold spring and early summer we had did a number on the apples.
I'm planning to make applesauce with most of the apples since they're not much good for eating out-of-hand. If there's a chance they will make passable applesauce, and maybe be good in apple-ish desserts, I'll be happy. Can't have a fantastic apple year every year, I guess.
And wouldn't ya know, most of the apples were beautiful in appearance this year. Unblemished and lookin' good. No, we don't spray; Mother Nature made these beauties.
She just forgot to put the flavor in them.
Hunkered In ~ from the handiwork journal
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