A tale of two trees or welcome to Australia
We rent. In our back garden are two trees: a lemon tree and an apple tree.
I am used to the fecundity of citrus trees thanks to a year spent in Greece, but believe me - this lemon tree is the Duggar tree. Lemons fall to the ground to rot, despite harvesting sacks of lemons to give away, let alone the lemons we use ourselves to flavour chickens and water and cakes... That tree is prolific. The small boy and I put more than 100 lemons on the compost heap last weekend when I was worried about the scent of rotting citrus perfuming our drying laundry.
The apple tree. The apple tree struggles. The first year we were here - no apples. I pruned that tree hard. The second year - three tasteless, Golden Delicious-type sad apples (water and sugar in a green skin - tasteless and woolly); I pruned again and this year - after a monster pruning session (I got a saw) - we had more than ten apples.
Then the parrots came.
PARROTS ATE OUR APPLES. WE HAVE LEMONS ROTTING ON THE GROUND.
Truly, Australia is another world.