You know that feeling you get some mornings upon waking that there's something really exciting happening that day? And your eyes fly open and you jump out of bed? Well for me, every day is like this at the moment.Because there is an apple on my apple tree. Not the one that keeps getting stripped back by rodents, but the one I bought to keep the first one company.
One teeny tiny apple.
And so every morning, I flop out of bed, struggle to open the front door (the lock sticks), traipse down the front stairs (even in the rain), and check that the apple is still on the apple tree.
And so far, every morning I have breathed a sigh of relief.
Funnily enough, there was an apple of the same size on my other tree at exactly this time last year. A few weeks later, it dropped off.
Oh that was a sad, sad day indeed.
Please grow little Tropical Golden Dorset.
I really, really want to taste a freshly picked apple.