A pause in the rain allowed me to pause and photograph the orchard flowers en route to collect eggs from our poor wet chickens. Our small orchard was planted long before we moved to our home and we’ve expanded upon the original. It’s nice to know that although the original owners are gone, their garden continues to thrive. Between competition from wild birds and my refusal to spray, we’ll see what what fruits the summer season will actually yield. In the meantime, however, it is beautiful and I continue to hope for warm berries in the summer sun and autumnal fruit pies.
We have apples from 30+ year old trees…
Pears from the same 30+ year old orchard…
Blueberries transplanted from my Great-Grandmother’s garden…
Raspberries newly planted from autumn garden center clearance racks waiting for some sunshine to burst into bloom…
Sometimes it’s not just about the soil, produce, sun and rain, but the stories behind the garden. Do you have any garden stories, histories or memories to share?
Bibliopharm 