My ancient, gnarled apple tree still continues to produce apples year after year, despite the fact that the trunk is diseased and full of lumps and bumps.
Apples are spread sparsely over the whole tree, except for this one clump, hanging heavily at the end of the branch.
Beautiful apple blossom is still appearing, even though many apples are nearly fully grown.
Unfortunately, the apples are sour and the only animals that eat them are Little Monkey, Sparky the squirrel and the birds.
post script: To hear Frank Sinatra sing the song, written by Bobby Russell in 1968, try this link Little Green Apples