I recently made a discovery walking in the nearest park: right after you get in from one of its entrances, there is what appears to be a crabapple
tree. This made my day and I went back in the evening to take a picture. Those who have been reading my blog for a while know that I have a special fondness for crabapple trees, because my parents have one at home
, among other things. We make jelly with its fruits (great on toasts). For me, crabapple ripening are a sign of summer passing and autumn showing up, and a sign of harvest. Now, there are plenty of green fruits there, they are far from ripe but all the same, this will be like a natural, growing calendar. It felt strangely homely standing in its shade, looking at the fruits. Sometimes it does not take me much to be happy.
Je ne croyais pas que ces fruits étaient comestibles, tu m'apprends quelque chose!
i love seeing the seasons approach by watching nature.
This reminds me of my childhood! We had a crabapple tree, though I was too young to appreciate it. Never had any crabapple jelly made, though.
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