A long time ago, my husband and his dad found an apple tree in the ditch by the farm. When they were transplanting some large trees at my father-in-law’s home, they decided to uproot and transplant this tree, which had probably grown from an apple core that some passenger threw out of the car window. They planted it on the farm.
When the trees bear, we pick and use the fruit. Much of it is thrown to the chickens or the heifers. We cannot consume all of the apples.
I have canned apple sauce and apple pie-filling. I have frozen many packages of apple slices.
Fortunately, we found an antique apple cider press at our neighbor’s. He was interested in selling and we decided to buy it. It has made many quarts of delicious apple juice for us. I can the juice and we use it for cooking and for drinking.
With the many ways the Lord provides for us, I don’t want the food to go to waste. So I work to preserve it for my family. Thank You, Lord, for the apples!