The three largest apple trees have outdone themselves this year. The two Wolf River ones (above) have finally come into their own and are loaded with apples.
The largest tree, which was supposed to be a semi-dwarf McIntosh but is something else entirely, is dripping with apples (below). The branches are incredibly high, and if I can't reach them with my handy-dandy apple picker, then I probably won't be climbing a ladder to do so. But that's OK since there are plenty closer to terra firma.
How we got such a crop is a mystery to me. I didn't think the blossoms were that great this spring, nor was the weather good for pollinating when the blossoms I did see were blooming.
You live, you learn. Then you make applesauce.