In May 2011, after four years of life on McNutt's Island, we moved to Montreal. This blog remains, though, as a (sort of) daily record of our time on the island, and a winding path for anyone who would like to meander about among its magical places. For additional perspectives and insights I recommend Greg's book, Island Year: Finding Nova Scotia (2010), and my Bowl of Light (2012). I'll continue to post once in a while. If you do want to read this blog, one option would be to begin at the beginning of it (which is, as we all know, in blog-world, at the end), and read forward, concluding with the most recent entry. It's a journal, really, so it does makes more sense if you read it that way. But, you know, read it any way you like.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

blooming island

The apple and pear trees are beginning to blossom. I'm grateful that we decided not to try to restore these trees, beyond some basic pruning. If we had tried to maximize their fruitfulness we would now be engaged in a huge and I think frustrating struggle. Every time we looked at them we would sigh and think of all we needed to be doing to fix them up. Which probably wouldn't be successful, anyway. But instead we just enjoy what they offer us, as is, as they say.

And we are not alone. They are home to all kinds of insects, and the downy woodpeckers love them. The robins build nests in their gnarled branches and the sheep are in ecstasy as they scratch themselves against the rough old bark. Right now bees and butterflies hum and buzz and flutter happily among the blossoms.
These ancient apple trees give joy to the island's creatures in every season, including us. So I'm glad we didn't focus on the number and condition of the apples they produced. We might have missed seeing how much they provide in so many other ways.

2 comments:

Piecefulafternoon said...

What a wonderful tribute to the old trees - I'm sure they love being appreciated.

Janet said...

By far the most beautifully blooming apple trees are the wild ones in the hedgerows and beside the roads. They are also found in old pastures and now and then you see the uniformly planted and huge old apple trees over run with spruce groves where there has been an old farmhouse. Serendipity indeed!