Old Apple – New Quince
Stump
Half our old Apple tree fell over last year, and the remaining half was removed a few months ago. Amelia and Carrot Soup fondly remembered all the apple pie, sauce and crumble, dried apples, baked apples and crisp juicy raw apples that this tree gave us.
Firewood
The tree yielded many apples, memories, and a large stack of firewood…
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Sapling
…and the quince sapling is looking healthy so far!
Quimper Hittys 
It’s wonderful that you will get to experience a new tree in your yard, and great that you have such fond memories of the apple tree.
We enjoy quince treats too, and will plant another apple in a new spot…Apple tree memories are sweet 🙂
It’s sad to say goodbye to a beloved tree, isn’t it? Blessings upon your new tree! Are there any Hittys waiting to be carved from your apple tree? In fact, my intrepid DH just trimmed our apple tree, and I can feel that there are dolls waiting to be carved from the trimmings 🙂
The entire yard has a different flavour…I am not sure about an apple Hitty – perhaps. I do have a friend willing to turn a blank for me…
Wonderful! It will be a treat to see what magical little friend emerges from your beloved apple tree 🙂
Quince jelly and jam…yummy thoughts!!!! Bet you’ll come up with extraordinary treats!!! I’m with friend suggesting an apple Hitty!!!!
Quince membrillo, quince baked, and dining upon mince with slices of quince…yum!
Isn’t it sad when a beloved tree comes to the end…especially when it is one that has yielded wonderful fruits or flowers.
Yes, we do miss our tree, the apples, the branches that made shade in summer, and supported the suet cage in the winter.
It is a pleasure to “be” (read?) in the company of like-minded tree appreciators. I am glad to see the quince is thriving!
We are very happy about the quince leaflings…and will feel bad pinching off any fruit that appear this first year (to let the roots develop)
The loss of a special tree is losing a friend. We had an oak tree that we named “Grandad”. He was large and stately. We called him Grandad because we felt so protected and loved by him. Birds brought up their young in him year after year. He provided shade to our yard and my tea cup poodle would take naps under him. I actually would embrace his rough trunk and thank him for the loving energy he radiated.
Nothing living lasts forever, and a terrible winter blizzard toppled him. The loss was immense. I think of him to this day, and I believe one of the reasons (the many reasons) I love all Hittys so much is because in some small way, I think of our little woodens as a way for the loving energy in their trees to have another special life.
Sorry for your loss.
And I am sorry for yours – we are still getting used to the difference in light, and the various other changes that have resulted (buying apples for instance – how strange!)
the girls in their rain coats and bright happy faces are a lovely sight. I am nurturing a few new trees in our yard and will be thinking positive thoughts for yours.
I hope your new trees thrive and are bountiful!