The end is here....

Last year, I wasn't sure how the tree managed to produce fruit. The bark was falling off, bugs burrowed into the cambian layer, and animals were hollowing out the heartwood making its trunk their home.

When the blossoms came this spring I was beyond elated. Once again, Great Grammy was providing for yet a fourth generation. The apple tree she brought here in 1911 bloomed, danced with the bees, and began developing fruit.




With only one side of the tree still alive the tiny apples began to form and grow in size and weight. The trunk that once could bear the uneven load, can bear it no more. A week or so ago it was noted that the tree has broken from the ground and lifted as the apples continue to increase their volume.



I measure the separation distance daily. I keep an eye on the telephone lines that seem to be the only thing keeping the tree upright. I watch the leaves for curling. And the fruit for changes in color and size. It is our hope that the tree will survive the few weeks still needed to complete this years harvest.



It would be such a shame to have come this far in the season and not be able to bring it to fruition. (hmmmm... just look at that word... fruit i on) At this point there is no sign of it giving up. It seems to be rather feisty... just like the woman who brought it here.



Once the apples have dropped (I dare not even think of trying to pluck them from their locations) the phone company will be notified and the tree reduced to pieces, lying in a pile by the side of the road.

If any quality wood can be salvaged I intend to craft it into something that will remain and still be able to be passed through the generations. Not sure just what yet... I've got to see what the tree will gift me with this one last time.

I had so hoped the tree would last just one more year... but it would seem as though we will have to settle for 99.... as the end is here... whether we want it to be or not.