Happy birds

In the previous but one post I mentioned leaving apples unpicked so that the birds can enjoy them. Well, the blackbirds are now feasting on the fallen Bramleys - I counted six at one time on Sunday - and numerous other birds flitting backwards and forwards. If I can get close enough I’ll take a photograph.

Sky

I am obsessed with the sky at the moment. Here are two pictures I took this afternoon while walking with the dog.

Spot the dog

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Bramleys

Bramleys are wonderful trees. They produce vast quantities of apples with little – or in our case, no – attention. Sadly, our beloved Bramley blew over in the storm a couple of weeks ago (possibly due to lack of attention . . .).

 

Nevertheless, it is still alive, and now there is a whole new batch of apples that I can reach.

However, I don’t need any more Bramleys. I’ve given away two boxes and I have a utility room full of buckets of them. We eat them every night – as either apple crumble or apple cake – and yesterday I made some chutney.

I think I shall leave the rest of the apples for the birds, as my brother-in-law Peter does. We stayed with him in October a few years ago and his Bramley tree was smothered in blackbirds. It was glorious.

Here is our Bramley in better days (May 2010).

We're wondering whether to prune all the trees around the Bramley (which caused it to develop too much on one side) and then haul it back up somehow. But I'm such a wuss about pruning (and weeding, and destructive-type gardening in general, as you may have gathered).

Storm damage

One of the many casualties of the storm last week. I'm glad I wasn't underneath when this branch fell. The poor tree looks very lopsided now.