Orchard on Stage

My fruit harvest this past summer smashed all previous records for the past 40 years. The orchard, on a slope facing the bay, also faces south–a magical direction for trees and gardens. Perhaps the early heavy rains of the summer followed by unusually warm weather contributed to the heavy harvest?

The new raspberry plants which began bearing this year were first on stage and stole the show. I’ve wanted raspberries ever since visiting Grandma Hannah’s big patch some 50 years ago. I soon adopted the grandmother of my then husband as my own, and watched her nurture her long rows of raspberries. She kept them weeded and supported by wires strung between big wooden posts. In August, she carried up bucket after bucket of seaweed from the beach to fertilize them, which may also have helped hold moisture. They loved her–and produced enough for all of us to pick. She canned raspberry sauce and gave us a box of quart jars full of the ruby red sauce every fall. At some point we made a half-hearted attempt to get some started in our yard, but never followed through. Last year I found just the right spot, and this year the plants rewarded me for it. My grand-daughters and I nibbled for several weeks, and I put a full bag in the freezer.

The yellow transparent apples raced out onto stage next, fast and furious like they do every year. Neighbor Sally loves them for baking, as well as book group friend Chris. I took four bags of windfalls to a friend’s horses. Not a “keeper,” transparents go fast. They never hang around for a curtain call.

My new little peach tree, so shy, hid its fruit behind leaves so well that even the crows missed them. Then, with some coaxing, they finally danced onto the stage in their bright orange outfits. A new tree, it bears more peaches every year. This year we had 15 or 20. It tickles the little bone in my green thumb to be growing big peaches so juicy that they drip down my chin when I take a bite.

The three gravenstein trees (two yellow and one red) were loaded. Some were huge! An eco-friendly spray, Spinosad, applied once, and apparently at exactly the right moment, kept them largely worm-free–a first for those trees. I hauled several bags to the food bank, several friends picked, I dried some and made a few jars of apple sauce. They produced a delicious duet with a gambozola cheese that my friend the Potter brought me. I composted a bunch of windfalls, even though they may harbor apple pests.

Yellow and red gravenstein apples. Both trees produced some big fruits.

I picked the last of the apples and they went with us to an apple-pressing afternoon recently. A group of us gathered on friend Melissa’s big deck in Port Ludlow two weeks ago and washed, crushed and pressed apples for 30 gallons of juice. What an operation! We’d brought fewer apples than the others, but even so, I canned six quarts of juice and we had another gallon or two to drink fresh.

My very favorite tree, although it took a few years to develop an appreciation for it, is the fig tree, so it took a slow, deep bow as it made its stage entrance. I made the mistake of fertilizing it several years ago. The tree exploded into wild growth, stretched way beyond its allotted space, and quit bearing fruit for a couple of seasons. It came back this year with a flurry, much to the delight of the Potter, four friends from book group, and myself. We all inhale them.

The Potter loves to buy me fruit trees, and he added the green gage plum. I’m not so fond of them as he is, and this year much of its fruit fell on the ground and rotted–the first time I’ve let that happen with a fruit tree. None of us could keep up with those plums. And then it scampered off stage.

The blue Italian plums were next to show up, another of my favorites. We have a new tree that has finally started bearing, plus a sickly old tree that refuses to die–or to quit bearing fruit. What a trooper! I dried several trays and shared with friends.

The pear tree is also a favorite and bears heavily every year. The big pears are yellow, with a lovely pink blush. They usually take the prize for Most Beautiful on Stage. The branches bend low with the heavy fruit, but never break.

One of our last trees to give up its fruit to a curtain call is the persimmon. A bright orange fruit that looks like a tomato, it is not a fruit that is easy to like. The tree doesn’t bear many fruits, thankfully. The crows take all the fruits that are out of our reach. After many years of trying I have learned to like them sliced in flat rounds to go on top of greens in a salad. I’ve seen lots of recipes for sweet breads and cookies using them, but haven’t found any I’m fond of.

One more apple tree produces late, but it’s a small one. A grafted tree, it produces two entirely different kinds of apples–and I don’t know the name of either one. These mystery apples last me into November.

The grapes come on the very last, as the nights get cold, usually close to Halloween. I will make seven or eight jars of juice and call it good, then call a friend to two to finish them off.

This season’s performances are drawing to a close. I’ve cut down the old raspberry canes and made sure the new ones are supported for the winter storms. I’ve pruned just a little on the trees, although the big pruning event will happen in January or February. I’ll soon be raking leaves from the stage and planning for next year’s performances.

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4 thoughts on “Orchard on Stage

  1. Mary- This is just wonderful. i did not realize you had so many fruits. Is the fig white or black.
    Are you required to spray apples, for example, because you live in an area with commercial fruit trees? That is our situation here. Do you spray or do you hire it done? I guess you must have a ladder?

    I am over the top interested right now in fruit and vegetable growing for I will plant my first vegetable garden next year. So much to learn.

    Beyond all the technical questions– I can easily say how much I love the writing and the connections you make with the stage- your memories of childhood- friends- and the love of the garden as an old and constant friend. Sher

  2. Thanks, Doreen and Sher!

    The figs are black, Sher, and do really well in this Pacific Northwest climate. Wish I knew the name. No, I’m not required to spray the apples, but without it, they are so wormy. I don’t mind cutting around the critters, but not everyone I share them with overlooks them so easily. I was tickled to find something organic that worked. Would have sprayed a couple more times (per instructions), but didn’t get to it with the frequent spring rains. I do it myself without a ladder. Since it’s a dormant spray, it’s pretty easy to reach–no leaves. My trees are pruned rather low (and wide)–and I probably don’t reach the top branches in the middle. I use a hand sprayer, carry the gallon “tub” in my left hand and spray with the hose/nozzle with the right. I DO hire someone to prune in January/February–tough overhead job!

  3. So happy to read your posts Mary. Especially when I can “see” Gramma Hannah in that raspberry orchard just as you do. It really brought me back to a far different time. I loved her so. Still have several things that she made for me. There is something about a homemade gift. I never remember what people gave me after a few years unless it’s homemade. I still have the tiny intricate green and pink quilt you made for Keith before he was born. Cherished memories. So happy to have you back Mary. Love and Peace, your sister always, Windy Mountain Gail

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