I love the little apple tree in our garden, it's ancient and wonky with mistletoe growing in the boughs. It was stormy last night so today I picked the best of the windfalls and the biggest ripest fruit on the top of the tree. This wasn't quite as easy as I first anticipated and I had a blonde moment when I decided to stand on a kitchen chair, only for the chair leg to sink into the soft ground and for me to wobble off. So, I grabbed the stepladder and stirred Robbie from his post sunday lunch doze to hold the ladder whilst I balanced atop with apples raining down on his head.

There are only so many apples we can eat. I've kept a few aside to store and popped round with a basket to friends and neighbours. It'll be endless apple pie for the forseeable future.



As for the pears... they're bullet hard still. Maybe I could try poaching them, or is it still too early to harvest them?