When I sit in my backyard, I admire the lushness of the maple trees I planted about three years ago. But I lament the state of my surviving fruit trees.
I’m not having luck with my fruit trees and here’s the thing: I don’t think luck is what you’re supposed to have if you want fruit. There’s a reason people are writing home gardening books about how to grow fruit. It’s because growing good fruit is A) a big mystery and B) a lot of work.
Luck is what you rely on if you did all the work–including study. I did all the work, including study, when I planted. But, like Halfred P. Doolittle said, I brung them into this glorious world and now I lets them alone to enjoy it. And if I want a half-a-crown’s worth of fruit once in awhile, what’s that between a father and daughter (or planter and tree)?
It looks like, if I’m lucky, I might get a piece or two of fruit every year.
If I was worky, I’d probably get more. But we know how that goes.