An apple a day

There is something really special to me, about my little apple tree.
Not long before my Father went into hospital he had planted this new French apple tree in his garden. He had a wonderful garden and used to spend most of his days out there.
After Dad died and the house was sold, my Mother moved into the Rest Home.
We took the tree back to our place in a bucket with rich soil and replanted it and I hoped that with our poor soil and the lack of rain over Summer, that it would grow well.

Now I am not the green fingered sort like some of my friends, Celestina Marie, June and Maria Cecilia come to mind.
Alas I went out one day and all that was standing was some twiggy branches.
Had I killed off this lovely apple tree?
Well to my delight a few weeks later, I could see some tiny green leaves shooting forth and then a few days later the sweet white blossom.
Hopefully one day I will be able to go down and pick ripe, crisp and juicy apples from the tree.


Sending out wonderful wishes for a beautiful weekend to you all.
Hugs
Carolyn