We live in apple country. There are a lot of wild apple trees around here - let alone the orchards people have started. When we moved in the tree on the corner of our lot was old but still producing well. It was so loaded with apples that we had to prop the branches up so they wouldn't break down onto our new split rail fencing. The tree was also so hollow that we knew it was on its last leg, so we cut the branches off one at a time, carefully setting them on the ground and then picking the apples off. Well you can only imagine the looks people were giving us as they drove by. Finally the next door neighbor walks over and asks "what are you doing?" to which I replied "picking apples." He looked so befuddled I wish I would have had my camera ready. He says "Um, What about next year?" I asked "what? " He repeats "What about next year?" I said, "well there are lots of apple trees around for next year." OH MY GOSH ... by now I could hardly hold a straight face, my husband is standing back snickering to himself and the old fella was showing fear in his eyes. Fear that his new neighbors were idiots and that there wouldn't be an apple tree left in the country within a few years time.
The joke had gone far enough. We showed him how hollow the tree actually was and that the branches were barely hanging on and it certainly wouldn't have made it another year. But for those few brief moments, my hubby and I truly enjoyed our common wierd sense of humor.
