When
Mark and I got married in December, I told everyone that we didn't want
any presents. We try to stay out of the trap of consumerism, and
the truth is that we're not really at the Newlyweds Putting Together A
Household stage where masses of kitchenware, etc., would be useful.
But my friends know me far too well. Two of them already have
found the chink in my armor, dangling fruit trees and bushes in front
of my nose until I snatched them with gleeful thanks.
Yesterday, Mark and I went to pick out two apple trees --- a wedding
gift from his aunt --- from a heritage apple nursery in Lee
County. Despite having no website and no obvious means of
advertising (even his sign on the highway was down), this guy was
obviously doing a booming business. He had over 500 heritage
apple varieties and a thousand plus grafted trees, all eight inches
apart in long, irrigated rows. He does most of his business in
scionwood, though --- selling little branches off of his carefully
collected varieties to folks who want to graft them onto their own
rootstocks. The business seems like a great example of a way to
make good money off of a small lot of land, though the guy also told me
that he works a full time job.
We chose a little Early Transparent (one of my all time favorite apple
varieties) and a Virginia Beauty (a bit randomly because I thought we
were only getting one tree and hadn't done research on a second
variety.) Along with our Stayman Winesap, Winter Banana, and
Striped Rambo at home, this should round out our apple orchard.
Thank you, Sue Ella!