A few months ago, E Nut pulled some already sprouted apple seeds from his apple and insisted that we plant them. It was something that I talked my way out of for years, but there was no way I could say no to him when they were already starting to sprout.
And for awhile it looked like we were going to succeed with our mini apple orchard in the making. And for awhile I thought that I might actually be able to grow a tree from a seed, which I have never been very successful with. Even though more than 1/2 of them had died by that time, chances were growing along with our baby trees.
But recently, it all came to an end. Our baby apple trees that created so much excitement for so many months have all met an untimely end. There is no denying they are gone, and tomorrow they will find a new life in our compost.
The worst part of it is seeing the look on E Nut’s face when he realized they were dead! Total.Mom.Fail.
Much more so when I killed off all of our gold fish and told the kids that the little fishes were happier living in their grandmother’s water garden. Years later when the herons got the rest of the gold fish in the water garden, I was off the hook.
Not this time though. I will be searching apples for seeds looking for new little sprouts to start over.