We have one small empire apple tree in our front yard, which happens to grow, somewhat lopsidedly, in perfect view of my office window. That means that most years I get to watch the squirrels enjoy much of the fruit it bears, which is OK because normally the apples are small and gnarly and only provide a few human mouthfuls each at best.
This fall, however, the tree has outdone itself and, for some reason, the squirrels have left a lot for us. The apples are decent sized, crisp and perfectly tart-sweet. In addition to enjoying them fresh off the tree, I’ve made applesauce, apple crisp and my favorite quick supper of roasted sausages, potatoes, onions and apples. I’ve even mailed a half-dozen, carefully wrapped, to our oldest son who just started college out of state.
I’ve heard that this year, despite (or perhaps because of) its waterlogged start, has delivered a bonanza tree fruit harvest. A friend has been bringing me local plums from a grower named Horace Clark in Milton (he also had a bumper crop of peaches this year), as well as pears from her own tree.