Here's our crabapple in white profusion. The blossoms are humming with a feeding frenzy of butterflies, honey bees, bumble bees and more. I'm sure I told you when I was ten years old living in Maryland I remember crabapple trees growing in a center parkway of the road outside our home. My brother and I ate the small rose and green tinted apples in the fall even though they were quite sour. We felt the apples were a special treat just for us. I wonder if children nowadays discover unexpected treats like crabapples from mother nature? I hope so. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.
Lovely tree. I just now baked a delicious apple pie.
ReplyDeleteHi Gigi, thanks, oh you are busy nothing better than home made pies, I love pie much better than cake.
DeleteBeautiful tree. My childhood memories of crab apples are the boys at the bus stop throwing them at each other. Occasionally we girls were caught in the crossfire and those things hurt when thrown hard! I think we were told not to eat them.
ReplyDeleteHi Michele, thanks, oh I bet they did hurt as they are quite hard even when ripe, ugh. Probably eating too many would give a stomach ache since they are usually pretty green.
DeleteWe have crab apple trees, and the deer feed on the apples in fall.
ReplyDeleteHi Joanne, thanks, the apples on that tree are really tiny, not like the ones from my childhood.
DeleteWhat a beautiful tree. I didn't like eating crab apples, and apparently nobody else did, so they fell and rotted around the base of the tree, and did that smell!
ReplyDeleteLove that tree. Our crab apple was a pink flowering variety and made my heart sing each spring. And yay for Mother Nature's treats.
ReplyDeleteHi Elephant's Child, thanks, the one I planted last year has pink flowers and reddish leaves, I can't wait for it to get larger.
DeleteWow, so pretty. Our crabapple has already bloomed and leaves are coming out. The sparrows like to pluck the pink flowers.
ReplyDeleteHi Charlene, thanks, oh never saw a sparrow pluck the flowers, perhaps they are eating them or lining their nests, what a discovery to learn that.
DeleteI hope so, too...simple, joyous pleasures. How pretty. :)
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