I've noticed something is eating holes into the flesh of my best apples. If this continues, I won't have any left. I consulted the head gardener.
Right, be bold, make a decision.... pick the apples! Some were ready to drop and didn't need any encouragement. Others were more resistant and needed a little twist to get them off the branch. I suppose they weren't ready to leave their summertime friends, the spiders! Augh!
I confess, I am not good with bugs... I am worse with spiders. This apple wasn't picked it was YANKED off the tree!
I picked and picked apples. I lost count around 30. That's not bad for two little espalier trees. My apples aren't perfect, some aren't even round! Some are still a bit green in places but I think they will ripen. A few have spots, but I didn't spray them. They are as Nature intends apples to be.
Now the little apple trees are empty except for the raggedy old leaves. They won't hang on much longer either. The apples trees deserve a winter rest. They have worked very hard this year and have given me an excellent harvest.
The head gardener would never say it, but I think he is pleased with our little crop, too!