This old crab apple tree greens up with leaves first then opens pretty pink tinged white blooms.
Aside from the first green and bloom, I really hate crab apples. I don’t care to pick up the marble to golf ball sized fruit as it falls. I don’t like packing the buckets of the apples to the barn to feed to the cows and I really abhor cutting each itty bitty one so that the cows do not choke on them as they enjoy the fruit.
Many ask why I even keep this tree in the orchard. I have to admit that I do like the wizened old branches, memories of the tire swing that used to keep the kids busy during long days outside, and the shade that the tree gives while I sit on the log bench beneath the branches.
During the summer, this spot is the place to sit and contemplate ideas, a place to plan and a place to calm.