By Normita Fenn
This past summer we were treated with a delightful harvest of apples from our dwarf apple tree – varieties of Gala, Fuji, Mitsui, Jonathan, rooted in one. There were so many, we gave them away for others to enjoy. “They are large, juicy and crunchy,” said one of our neighbors. We even got a thank you note from a five-year old boy across the street.
I remember when we got this tree from Arden Nursery in Livermore – distinctly recollecting that day. As Bob and I were driving to the nursery, breaking news came that Pope John Paul II died. As I google the exact date, the pope died on April 2, 2005, the day we got the apple tree.
The tree took many years to give us this bountiful harvest. Many hours were spent to tending, pruning and watering, along with surrounding the tree with lavenders recommended by the nursery.
I look to tend at this tree in memory of a pope revered by his flock and the flock of many religions during his time. If he were still around, I know he will have a Facebook page and a Twitter account to reach out and share his message of love, peace and joy. For sure I will Like and follow his tweets.