Just Call Me Johnny Appleseed
I love the idea of growing things. I don’t know why, I just do. I haven’t done very much of it though — it usually requires more time and discipline than I’m able or willing to give. But, I still love the idea of it. I always have. I especially love the idea of growing things that bear food of some kind — fruit or vegetables. I don’t know, there’s just something attractive about the idea of, through my own care and work, bringing something alive into being and seeing it produce fruit capable of providing sustenance and pleasure to the senses.
This is our first spring in the new house and the previous owners have the left property fairly devoid of any sort of plant life. This needs to be rectified! So, we’ve been deciding on what to plant. I love trees, so we’re putting in a few. And, because I like the idea of fruit in the yard, we’re heading down to a local nursery this week to pick up a 5-in-1 apple tree sapling that will soon find a new home in our back-yard.
In all of the thinking we’ve been doing regarding what type of fruit trees we’d like to plant, my interest in such growing has become rekindled. I’ve been thinking I’d like to plant fruit bearing trees everywhere — all over the place. Everywhere needs trees! Fruit bearing trees! And, during all of this attention to such things, an attractive idea came to me.
