My apple trees (or tree, actually...the other is a crabapple) have always been a bit of a disappointment. The few apples that I get are usually wormy and tiny. I asked my husband why, and he told me that the tree needed trimmed.
So he trimmed.
I wasn't home.
I came back and discovered, to my horror, that he hacked that beautiful apple tree into something that resembled a topiary. It was hideous.
I was hot.
We had words.
And then he had the nerve to blame his father. He said that hacking trees was bred into him. It was practically his family heritage.
He was right. I remembered...over 25 years ago...when his father, the city manager of a small town (400 or so people) hacked the trees that lined the city park. It was horrible, he took almost all the branches off of those lovely old trees.
The citizens were outraged! Mothers, who used to sit in the shade while their children swam at the tiny town pool, were now broiling in the sun. My father-in-law was the town villian that year. The talk of the town, and the talk wasn't good.
I went back for his funeral a few years ago. The town didn't look the same. Some sort of blight killed most of the old trees.
But the trees that lined the city park were leafy and green. Full and gorgeous. He had saved them, by hacking them to death...before anyone knew that they really needed it.
My 'topiary' apple tree has started to grow out now, and is beginning to resemble a tree again. My husband and I have achieved a truce of sorts...he doesn't touch the tree, and I don't complain about the tiny, wormy apples.
But I noticed that the apples are a little bigger this year. And I must admit that the tree is looking pretty healthy.
I remembered those trees in the town park.
Suddenly, I am starting to have a little more faith in the future of my apple tree.
And in my tree hacking husband!