This year, as Dad approaches his 84th birthday, he only has two trees in his orchard. While I was back in Indiana for my high school class reunion, Goshen's First Friday, and Mom and Dad's 51st wedding anniversary, I got the rare chance to take a photograph of the tree before Dad picked from the top of a 13 foot step ladder.
This one was loaded down with more apples than I've ever seen on such a small tree.
I talked with Dad a few weeks after the picture and he told me that he was able to pick 13 bushel from this tree.
I was able to take three monster onions, a bunch of green tomatoes for Jackie to fry, a box of fresh snappy potatoes, and a second box of ripe red tomatoes.
We ate well in Kentucky the following week, but we missed the chance for fresh apples.