Gramps passed away in 1999 so I know the trees have been ignored for at least 10 years, probably more. While looking in the shed for some tools I found a container of fruit tree pesticide with a date in Gramps' handwriting; it said 1994. That would explain all of my trees producing so poorly; they haven't been cared for in over 15 years.
|part of it is finished|
I put on my overalls, they are quickly becoming my favorite, my hiking boots (I have not found another pair of boots that are better), grabbed my hat and work gloves and headed for the trees. I have a bow saw and pruning clippers that I use when I am trimming or pruning plants and trees. I could use a chain saw, but that doesn't allow for quite the control I want.
I stood looking at the tree deciding where to start. I knew once I began there would be no way to un-cut a branch. The tree had a lot of branches that looked more like brambles than anything else.
I looked for dead branches, branches that rubbed on another branch, and branches that interfered with one another's growth. If a branch fit those categories it was as good as gone.
|Another view of the pruned apple tree|
|The other apple trees|