A few apple trees at the end of a garden
will, in a good year, produce more apples than you can count.
We
have just had such a glut year. The country lanes have been full of
fallen-down boxes outside neat cottage gates. The waterlogged sign
on the heap of apples it once contained tells its own tale of plenty
— 'apples for free: please take'. But in such a year of glut hardly
anybody does. Our trees have produced mountains of apples and
we have had a very hard struggle to keep up with them.
We have
produced tons of jelly and gallons of cider and wine. The jelly is
now mostly sold and the cider and wine are maturing nicely. These
are after all traditional products from the orchard. As are the
sheep we fattened. They grazed on the windfalls and were fat by
late September. We brought pailfuls of windfalls to the pigs and
the chickens have scampered about — they like the apple seeds.
There were times when the sheep were clearly overfaced with
plenty. They started taking tiny bites from one apple before
passing on to the next; the season slowed up though and they
went back and cleared the hitherto neglected ones. Apple chutney,
with added redcurrants left from jelly-making, was also produced
in quantity. Next year there may well be a bad season and we will
long for some of this year's crop. The few boxes of cookers that
we have stored should last our own consumption for most of the
winter. We did in fact try to sell some really beautiful cookers
early in the season only to be told that there was no market at all.
That is the whole story of country enterprise — if you cannot sell
it as it is, convert it into something that does sell.
A glut of apples and pears