I live in an area where apples grow in massive quantities when we have a good crop year--like we did this summer. Many of the property owners hereabouts are absentees; these little cottages are their second homes, yet they have apple trees on the property which were planted years ago, and those trees continue to bear, year after year.
Tree by the Car Wash (the creek)
Most of the absentee owners not only like you to pick the fruit, but often beg you to do so in order that the tree limbs don't get over-burdened and split off. One branch mishap occurred just across the road from me a month ago.
Tree before it lost a limb due to excess weight of apples. Nearly fell on a car parked nearby!
My daughter visited me last week, and took home a HUGE box full of apples she had picked. I have a smaller portion here. However, all around me, I see fruit going to waste.
I hate that.
I decided I could do my small bit to prevent waste, so last week I purchased a water-bath canner, jars and lids, and utensils. My intention is to [gulp] make applesauce and apple butter, and bottle it for the coming winter.
I know. I have a novel to write.
There are plenty of trees from which to pick apples. That isn't the problem.
This tree is right across the road, and the apples are now red, ripe, and very delicious.
The neighbor across the road would be most happy if I would go over and pick the apples. The neighbor next to them invites me to pick anytime from her trees. And she has a lot of trees!
My only problems are time, strength, and endurance.
And yet, I'm going to make an attempt, because I can't stand to see the waste.
Can I can? We shall see!