Saturday, August 2, 2008

How 'bout them apples?

It is another bumper year for the big apple tree to the right of the back deck. The branches are so loaded they're drooping. I keep bonking my head on them when I try to get around to the compost heap on the side of the house. I think I will instigate an apple-picking party in September, so they don't all go to waste, rotting on the ground. Last year I tried to keep some in the fridge, but they got pretty mealy by the end of the fall. I'm not too sure what this tree is - the apples are huge, not too red, and flavourful. They're not the crisp taste sensations that smaller apple tree (over to the left of the deck) produces, but they're really good for pies and crumbles. The raindrops seem to heighten the impression of bountiful harvest, don't they?

The rain also left the smoke bush looking exceptionally smoky:
In the background you can see the monarda (bee-balm) doing its thing. It's really tall this year, and is standing up much straighter after a couple of rainy days.

Oz was too, until H came along.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ferdie has the same behaviour with Lucky--lick the top of her head and then straddle her and bite her. I've been assuming that it was his inner tom cat, only he doesn't actually know what to do and, of course, Lucky really isn't interested and, unlike Ozzie, she won't wrestle back. Is this some sort of dominant cat thing rather than a sex thing? Or does Harriet think she's a tom? Hmm.
I like the apple picture very much, but I can't identify the variety. You should post a picture of the apples on the other tree for comparison's sake. I still won't be able to identify the varieties, but they'd be fun to see together.

lisarose said...

Maybe Ferdie thinks he's a mom, not a tom.

littleorangeguy said...

OK, just to complicate things: Harry and Daisy take turns doing this to each other.

lisarose said...

Actually, you know, sometimes Oz licks the top of Harriet's head too. But it seems to me that it is always Harriet who decides to turn it into a scrap.

The vet did say something once about cats "cleaning each others' ears". She didn't mention it transforming into "cleaning each others' clocks", though.