Hug for Nolan
TRIMMING THE OLD APPLE TREE
After we enjoyed our Thanksgiving dinner I told my husband it was time—time to trim back the old apple tree, leaning precariously with heavy branches sprouting a maze of smaller branches. I was concerned it might become top heavy if attacked by wet winter precipitation.
Monte hadn’t wanted to trim it back so far earlier. He wanted the apple crop. He also was concerned that trimming it would ruin the tree. However, new sprouts grew on the springtime tree trimming.
“We’ll cut it back in the fall,” he said.
With my son Nolan was here for the holiday I reminded Monte that he should trim the tree. He acquiesced. He knew I wasn’t going to back down this time.
And, of course, I had my camera ready. The first photo shows the lone apple that survived to its ripe old age in not so great condition. It was the best of our skimpy almost non-existent crop. It fell to the ground with the first branch.
Did he expect the following after this, our typical crop?
As it turned out, Nolan did most of the trimming with his father’s assistance. My, how things change from when Monte’s father watched his son perform the necessary tasks.
The tree trimmed, I have no fear of it falling onto a car in our driveway. Thank you Nolan and Monte.