The most exciting thing about starting a new garden in a new home is that you really get a sense of beginnings--an empty space today is filled with a growing thing tomorrow. It's exciting, a little scary (I always get this "this is my last chance to realize if this is a big mistake" feeling), and kind of magical.
Ever since we took this seminar at UMass about fruit tree growing and pruning, we've eagerly awaited the arrival of the 4 trees we purchased from Adams County Nursery in Pennsylvania (the pomologist who taught the class said that fruit trees are one category he does not recommend you get at your local garden center). And yesterday, they finally arrived!
What was empty, only marked by the stakes we shyly laid out in anticipation...
...is now planted with the 4 characters who will populate our dwarf orchard. May I introduce them to you? This is our Montmorency sour cherry, who I'm calling Slim because she's tall and slender:
This is Sunny, my name for our Raritan Rose white peach. Doesn't she look like she's reaching toward the sky?
This Crimson Crisp apple, I'm calling Pokey, because new green growth is already starting to poke out of the ends of her "central leader" top and side branches.
And finally, Grumpy, our Liberty apple. In all her branchless glory, doesn't she look like the tree equivalent of someone glaring at you with arms crossed, sighing "Humph?"
Fruit trees, we learned, are an exercise in mindfulness and patience. So don't panic if you're reading this thinking we bought sticks instead of trees! They're in the ground, and just you watch what they can do....if we jigger this experiment just right, that is. Onward!
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