The second of 3 apple trees didn't make it through the winter. We have been studying Genesis in our Sunday School class (small group in case David Rudd sees this post) and I have decided the curse is still going strong at 1208 W. Giles Rd. Visions of bushels of fresh picked apples are no longer dancing in my head. I hope the lone survivor will at least give me a half dozen or so apples this fall.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Another one bites the dust
The second of 3 apple trees didn't make it through the winter. We have been studying Genesis in our Sunday School class (small group in case David Rudd sees this post) and I have decided the curse is still going strong at 1208 W. Giles Rd. Visions of bushels of fresh picked apples are no longer dancing in my head. I hope the lone survivor will at least give me a half dozen or so apples this fall.
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Hmmm. It seems as if someone doesn't have the faith of a mustard seed...
For the time, energy, and money expended here, Dad, I think we would have done better to buy you an annual gift certificate to the Muskegon farmer's market.
But, Father's Day is coming up, and hope for a budding apple tree springs eternal. Steve, do you think you guys could transplant your tree down to Muskegon? Or at least graft half of your tree onto this one?
We might be able to work up a graft but I think it wouldn't have much of a chance. I know Dad likes to blame the sterile (toxic?) soil that we call the backyard, but I think the true culprit is all those nasty mulberry trees.
The mulberry trees grow like weeds, what does that have to do with the other trees dying?
I think they poison the soil. Or at least steal all the nutrients for themselves. I bet if you dug a little, you would find the poor apple tree's roots are strangled by a mass of mulberry tendrils.
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