apple picking

There is an old apple tree in Granny’s garden. Today the little children gathered up the windfalls.





I lifted the little one as high as I could reach to pluck a few in the higher branches. The tall one climbed into the tree and I showed her how to cup an apple and tip it to the side to see if it is ready to pick. We liked watching Alÿs Fowler do that on The Edible Garden, which was made somewhere nearby in a similar back garden. So pleasing.


We’re home in London now, and spent the afternoon digging up some beloved plants of ours to take with us on our move to the countryside. The apples join some rosehips and sloeberries that our dear friend foraged for us, and a few quince and the neglected pumpkins are all waiting to be preserved.

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