Today, the crab apple tree in our garden was severely pruned.
This tree has, forever, looked like a leggy sapling. It's only when you get close to it that you realise that 90% of the fruit it bears is waaaayyy out of reach.
This tree crops fairly heavily every year, but because the fruit is unpickable, it drops onto the flower beds and the lawn, bruises, rots and gets eaten by dogs, who end up with a bad stomach. So, we've decided to cut it down to a third of its original height – at precisely the time it is full of fruit. Which we can now pick off the cut branches – yayy!!!
This is six pounds of crab apples, washed and draining. They're now in the freezer, where they are waiting their opportunity to turn into wine just as soon as the elderberries are out of the primary fermentation bucket.
Another three pounds have been stewed to mush, which will be strained and turned into jelly some time in the next week or so. I think a third of them will become plain crabapple jelly, a third will become elderberry-crabapple, and the rest will become chili-crabapple. Hopefully.
I love having a garden.