All photos by Julianne Puckett.
After three years of tending my wee orchard in Jericho, I finally have a glut of fall fruit.
This is amazing and rewarding to me, after both the Great Pear Theft of 2011, in which some deer and possibly a bear ate all the pears right at harvest time, and the Great Season of No Fruit At All of 2012, thanks to our wacky Vermont weather. Although, to be fair, the animal thieves did teach me that I could harvest the fruit by shaking the tree while I waited for my fancy new fruit picker to be delivered.
In our orchard, we have two pear trees — a seckel and a bartlett (I think) — a bunch of apple trees, two sour cherry trees, one plum tree and one peach. The peach tree must have heard me talking about how I thought it was dead and was going to cut it down, because this year, it yielded a number of peaches in protest (think Monty Python’s “I’m not dead yet!” skit from Spamalot).