Last weekend I drove a few miles up the road to take an apple crisp to friends who are doing a major house remodel. I hadn't visited there before, so was given a tour of the old farm dooryard.
As we ambled past the hen yard Linda pointed overhead. "Look at this old cherry tree," she directed. "I should take a photo to prove I haven't made up a story about a fruit tree that blossoms in October."
I thought of that tree several times this week, even considered driving back there with my camera, but didn't have time to do that.
I pass the crabapple tree in our side yard several times each day as I trek to and from the barn to feed Willis, Sadie and Sally, and to give Pebbles the Horse her morning ration of grain.
[Nearly every time I walk past I remind myself that I should attempt to cut away the trumpet vine which is determined to strangle the tree.]
Late in the morning today I took a load of laundry out to the clothesline.
As I pegged clean clothes on the line the sun was beaming directly into my eyes, so I turned to face the opposite direction as I continued to shake out shirts and pin them to the line.
Raising my eyes I did a classic 'double-take'---I was gazing directly at the crab apple tree which
is adorned with a scattering of deep pink blooms.
I wonder if more fruit trees in our area are wearing these strange out of season blooms [?]
I expect if one knew where to look there are veterans of many Kentucky autumns who could tell us if this is a 'once in a blue moon' happening or a more common occurance.
Surely a venerable weather oracle might prophecy a cold winter [or a mild one] based
on such a phenomenon.