The apple trees are standing full of fruit as a prelude to autumn. Every other year it is what we call a heavy season. The fruit isn’t very large but the crop is plentiful, bending the branches into graceful arches and creating shady canopies for the garden swing and hammock.
I pick these when still slightly green for pies and apple sauce. I like the tart taste. Out in the chapel garden are more heavily-burdened trees. I believe we have Rome and Yellow Delicious in the grove, another small Winesap, and another tree I have not identified. My husband’s special Red Delicious tree is a dwarf that is planted picturesquely near the pond. It is a picture with its arched and laden branches weeping toward the water, reflecting the red fruit.