The Apple Tree

"removing rocks from the apple tree hole"

Yesterday the hole for the new apple tree was dug.   

David leaped in and out of it, whenever his dad put down the pick axe to empty the hole of the earth and gravel he has been laboriously  loosening. 

Along with Joaquim, David hopped in the hole with a shovel as well, although it was only big enough for one person.

Joaquim accommodated him. 

grandma's gloves fit me best

By the time I got there, Joaquim had already shared the apple tree hole with David, and told his own story about being in the Spanish army having to dig a fox hole and then sleep in it overnight.

They decided not to sleep in theirs.

The clay, sand and loam have been mixed now, the tree dumped out of the bucket, the tree given a snack of bone meal amid the sand, clay and loan we mixed for it and some rudimentary hardening off done with both David and me getting our hands right in there to mix the soil.  

The apple tree has a new home and down the hill a bit, I have two sticks on the ground, crossed into an X, waiting for Joaquim to start the hole for the cherry tree.

Arta