When we moved in, I had high hopes for fresh apples, apple pie, apple crisps, apple tarts. What we got instead were sour apples, lots of deer and a yard full of apple sauce and bees. This weekend Len took care of the problem with a chainsaw and a bit of child labor.
The far tree is down and Len is stacking the wood.
I spent this last year watching the sun and trying to figure out the best place for a garden. Now that the half dead apple trees are gone, I think this will be the best place. It is flat and will get sun for most of the day. It's also not anywhere near our septic field or water lines. I'm hoping to have that for this summer and then next summer I will work on a compost area near it. The chicken wire and door are crucial. On Friday afternoon I planted our front stoop pots with plants that are supposedly deer resistant according to the sign at the store. Unfortunately, the deer didn't read the same sign and by Saturday morning they had discovered their treat. This was the pot they didn't eat.