This post has nothing to do with genealogy or my family’s ancestry. It is about a real tree.
Four years ago, we planted an apple tree in our backyard. It is a 5-in-1 tree. That means it has 5 varieties of apples – Gala, Fuji, Granny Smith, Jonathan and Golden Delicious – all grafted into one tree.
Here is a photo right after we planted it. My wife was lovingly trimming it and placing rich soil, fertilizer, and mulch around it.
Due to the many wandering deer in our area, we have to put a fence around our young tree to prevent it from being dinner (or breakfast) for hungry animals. They eat twigs, leaves, and all, not just the flowers or fruits.
Below is a picture when I was putting up a fence around it.
On its second year, it only produced a couple of fruits. They were small, and we did not even had the chance to taste it as they fell to ground before we can even pick them.
After three years it grew much taller that we felt we can liberate it from its protective barrier, so we took out the fence. It also bore more fruits, and this time we were able to taste the produce of our family tree.
Above is a photo of our tree last year. Note that the lower branches were bare, as deer nibbled on them. My son was trying to pick the apples, but it was beyond his reach.
Too high? No problem. He used a ladder!
We were able to picked 5 or 6 apples last year. Not bad at all.
This year our tree really blossomed. Here it is this last spring, full of flowers and full of promise of a bounty harvest.
We had so many budding fruits this early summer that we have counted more than 100 apples.
As summer turned into fall, which is the time for picking, we were unable to harvest them all. Some fell before we can get them. And some simply disappeared. There must be some mysterious apple thieves in our neighborhood, or maybe it was the pesky deer.
Yet there were still plenty of apples left to go around. Here are red apples of the Gala variety in one branch.
Here are the green apples of the Granny Smith variety in another branch.
You can notice that due to its many fruits, the weight of the apples made the branches of our tree stoop low. Thus, making it more reachable for us. And that is so true in life – the more fruitful one gets, the more giving it becomes.
Here’s my daughter picking an apple, way within reach.
We are looking forward to several more fruitful years from our family tree. We are hoping that in the coming years, we would be able to taste all the five varieties of apples from our tree.
I know, this tree will outlive me provided that it is nurtured and cared for. Maybe my children or my children’s children will enjoy its fruits even after I am gone, if they choose to stay in this house. And even if we move out of here, still somebody else will benefit from it. Not a bad legacy, I would say.
Or if tomorrow, our family tree will get bulldozed by a rampaging buck or chopped down by a deranged axman, at least I already immortalized it in the world of blogosphere.
naalala ko dati nung bata pa ako, madalas kami magtanim ng utol ko ng buto ng mansanas sa bakuran namin, hehe. ninais kasi namin magkaroon ng puno nito, ‘yun nga lang di siya tumutubo (isang lugar sa southern tagalog). 🙂
Gusto ko rin sanang magtanim ng mangga, pero hindi tutubo dito.
Isn’t it just such joy to see them bear fruit like that? I hope you’ll have enough for Thankgsgiving’s apple pie!
Don’t know how to make apple pies. I guess we need to learn.