More Little Green Apples

Little Green Apples

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.

Apple Blossom 1

Apples are spread sparsely over the whole tree, except for this one clump, hanging heavily at the end of the branch.

Little Green Apples 2

Beautiful apple blossom is still appearing, even though many apples are nearly fully grown.

Apple Blossom 2

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

 

42 thoughts on “More Little Green Apples”

    1. scifihammy Post author

      Thank you very much 🙂
      Sour apples do make good apple pies, but these are so tiny, by the time you’d peeled them there wouldn’t be much left! 🙂

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  5. A Curious Introvert

    Wonderful photos and I’m glad your backyard visitors are enjoying the apples!🙂 Thanks for including the song, always love listening to Frank and it has been a while since I’ve listened to Little Green Apples.🙂

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    1. scifihammy Post author

      Why not try your dogs with an apple core the next time you eat one? I always give mine to LM.
      And as LM was the largest and youngest of my 3 dogs, she used to leap up into the tree to knock down apples, which the other 2 old dogs then also ate. 😀

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  10. taphian

    This tree reminds me of a quote from “Zorba the Greek” which goes: The eldest chickens give the best soup. In this case, the most gnarled apple tree gives the best fruits. 🙂

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      2. scifihammy Post author

        I’m sure you’re right. Also, I guess rain/not rain would affect fruit production, so maybe the old tree started off with a few buds and then it rained, so it thought, what the heck, I can go all out now! 😀

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  14. pensitivity101

    We miss our apple tree from the cottage which bore huge bramley cookers. We had so many we couldn’t give them away, and when we lost a lot of fruit in high winds, we bagged them up and took them to the woods with a note ‘Fallers: Free’. By the time we finished our walk, they’d all gone. Oh the crumbles and the pies (sigh).

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