‘Tis the season for thinning our apple trees. I head out with my handy little scissors in the morning and for every bunch of apples (usually 3-5), I cut off all but one. They’re still fairly small at this point. Lots of times it’s an easy decision when one brute bully beast of an apple is surrounded by puny little fruits that are barely making an effort. Sometimes, though, there’ll be 2-3 good-sized apples in a bunch and it seems like cold-blooded fruitricide to send some of these hurtling to their doom. I keep reminding myself that it’s good for the tree, good for the fruit, good for the harvest and therefore, good for us. Every apple I remove gives the tree more energy to pour into the ones that are left. It’s a useful image to contemplate when I think about what the Lord has to do in my life to make me more fruitful and to give me a better harvest. I don’t want to get in the way of what the Master Orchard Keeper is doing, even if it means removing what I think is good fruit.
I can only do so much at a time before my arm starts complaining, the old tendinitis giving warning: stop now or you’ll be sorry.
To read about a dark time in the life of our apple trees: Woe Has Come
I might have to thin this post out in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
Of the several blogs I could have read today, I read yours and thinned out the rest.
Kris
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