In a real leap of faith this year the Mister and I decided to purchase an apple tree. We don't have particularly green thumbs and our home is also occupied by a small boy re-known for severing limbs off of trees and other various greenery when he's outside pretending to save the world from evil.
It's sort of a fancy apple tree. A wee bit pricey, but that's because it's been grafted. It should, in theory grow 5 different types of apples. Yes 5! Thus allowing us to have just one tree in our tiny yard. In fact it had the most delicious apple on it when we purchased it. So fingers crossed that we will a/ follow the instructions provided by the nursery so it will survive till spring and b/ that Little J won't decide that we only need just 4 types of apples.
A couple of times I've had to employ the counting skills of the Mister to ensure I'm on track. That's because my counting skills are quite crap. It takes but a mere blip in my concentration for me to lose track. It goes something like this for example if I count in two's - 20, 22, 24, 26, 28, 29, 30... You can see where that leads right? Or when I get to 58, 59, 70...like the sixties don't exist at all. Luckily the Mister is quite happy to lend a hand or a count in this case.
Yes, yes, I've added a few stitches and lost a few row after row, but it's still fairly even.
Anyway. I must be off! Although it's Sunday afternoon I must still nip to the shops in order to feed my family this week. They do like food you know. ☺
Toodles . . . . L x ♥