When i bought this house, I also bought an orchard.
Not a real orchard…just a bunch of fruit trees. in my ~1/4 acre back yard there were 4 pear trees and 7 apple trees. This house had been a rental for over 20 years, so except the time when a landscaper lived here, the trees had not been properly cared for.
During my first spring here, I had my friends come help me take down 3 apple trees, plus some limbs from 2 others. We got them down, chopped them up in to logs, chipped the branches and burned the rest.
During the summer, my dad and uncle noted that the weight of the fruit was bringing down the branches of the remaining trees. So they did a LOT of pruning. I spent most of the rest of the summer burning branches.
As the summer progressed, the fruit fell. A lot of fruit. Had I been so inclined to collect this fruit, I would say it was “bushels and bushels of fruit.”
Who knew that you could ignore fruit trees for 20 years and still have so much fruit?
Since some of the trees were over 30’ tall, and I was busy cleaning up the rest of the mess in both the front and back yards…not to mention busy being a new single homeowner…the fruit just ended up on the ground. The dog ate the pears. The bees ate the pears. The apples caused people to bend their ankles. The bees and the pears and the apples made mowing my lawn quite a trip.
I tried to live with it, I really did. But my yard started to stink of rotten pears. The bees bit the dog (yes - I had a dog with bees shooting out of it’s mouth!) The bees came inside (looking for more pears?) My mower got full of pears. I kept twisting my ankle.
My mom, who has somehow become quite anti-tree (she has had a lot of her own trees cut down) complained and complained about these trees (on my behalf?) I finally told her that if she’s paying, I’ll have them cut down.
“I’ll give you to the end of the summer to see how pissed I am at you trees!” I said.
Well, the trees just pushed me too far. My mom also pushed me quite far.
So, the trees have been sentenced to death.
Of course, since the weather here in Ohio has been wonky so far, I didn’t get a chance to have a tree company come out for an estimate until now.
The trees have indeed put on quite a show as their last defence. The apple trees have the most amazing pink and white flowers right now. The pear trees (albeit stinky) have little vibrant green leaves. All of the pruning that was done last year makes the yard look like a perfect little English cottage yard. It’s really quite beautiful.
But I can’t back down now. I have 4 tree companies lined up for estimates. I have to remember the bees and the mush and the stink and the ankles and the pits in my yard. I have to remember the mess and the brush and the burning. I must remember that every single one of those beautiful little flowers will soon become a nasty piece of fruit rotting on my lawn.
sigh
So, goodbye trees. You beautiful, stinky, nasty fruit-droppers. My yard will seem so empty without you…
I will have one tree left - a very strange, mangled cherry tree of some sort. In the middle of the yard. For some reason it has only bloomed in little patches here and there. I’m sure most of it is dead. But I have to have at least one tree.
(but when I have the money, I will be replacing them with something less…fruity)