Apples, nectarines, persimmons, figs, quince…I do love fruit and we are on our way to having a Reverie mixed fruit bowl in our orchard. Back in the fall I pre-ordered eight fruit trees that would arrive in January, prime time for bare-root fruit tree planting. But eight fruit trees that need to be planted means eight holes that need to be dug, and the ground in the orchard is rocky dense clay.
I knew I wasn’t in the mood to dig eight holes in the ground and I didn’t want Ramon to do it and hurt his back. So I paid two college kids $15 an hour to dig the holes. I really need to remember that the 18-year old male brain generally hasn’t developed all of its critical thinking skills yet – I made the mistake of not checking on them until toward the end of their four hours of digging. One of them, Joel, had managed to dig out a rock the size of a small child. I really have no idea how he managed it. I had marked on the ground where I wanted the holes dug, and he took it literally, not deviating from the X-that-marked-the-spot even if it meant having to get that big-ass rock out. If it were me, when I hit rock I would have just moved over a foot or so and started digging there. But they were great kids and worked really hard, and now we have an expensive decorative rock in the orchard that’s too heavy for either of us to move anywhere else.
Yum! Can’t wait!