Some time back I posted something dithery about my espaliered apples out front. I knew I should do something, but anything seemed like too much effort. However, the master gardeners were out at the farmer's market today, so I went home and snipped some examples from my trees to show them.
"Fireblight," they said, as one.
"Oh, rats," I thought. I'd done this last year and didn't think it would come back. But it has, apparently, and I knew what I had to do, although I'm wondering how many more years I can "treat" the trees in this way.
After Mr. Clipper and Ms. Bowl of Bleachy Water and I got to them:
It has to be done, I know it. I think these apples may be doing the every other year thing, as the Anna apple is out back. Fortunately, that tree is disease-free and loaded with fruit. Even if I clipped every single one of the few ones off of these three, we'll have some apples this year.
In other news out front, the volunteer tomato has leapt past its supports, is starting to menace the lime tree, and waaaay inside, there's this little one hiding:
So it's not a cherry, I'm pretty confident. Still have no other idea what it might be. Perhaps some judicious pruning of suckers would have been wise. Oh well, volunteers get to manage their ownselves.
I thought all of the broccoli was done. After I picked this one and ate it for breakfast, it was. Unless there are side shoots.
The nice master gardeners said that this was just too much water from the last storm, not some horrid potato disease. We shall see about that, I guess.
There Will Be Salsa, unless the tomatillos fall right over or something.
The Talon onions got lifted today. I wish they hadn't gotten a storm last Thursday, but I had time today and they looked pretty finished. I can't believe it's the first of June. This year, I promise, I really do, to start my fall crops sooner.
And look! Isn't the Katy apricot wonderful? Last year there were only about a dozen fruit on it, so this is much more.
But wait. . . remember that storm last Thursday? It seems the tree thought it was a great idea to pump gallons of water up through the trunk to the branches to the twigs to the stems, and to the ripening apricots.
They split, and once split, they rotted.
Bleah. I'm trying to remove those so they don't make anything nasty happen, but it's a toughie. Fortunately, some of the ones up high didn't get affected somehow, and are as large as small peaches. I hope they taste good -- I've never had an apricot from my tree(s) before
So that's how it goes, I guess. Some good, some bad, some my fault, or at least partially my fault, and some not. Thank goodness for the turning of the year to bring new opportunities and challenges, but does it have to go so fast?