I was wandering thru my garden after the 26 deg frost a few nights ago, not expecting any surprises. I’d picked what I wanted to pick, covered what I wanted to save. Then I noticed this one shiny gem sticking out from the raspberry patch. These Preludes often blossom in the fall (bees love that) and have some green fruit but last year (record long warm fall) was the first year I got any ripe fruit. Or rather almost ripe in order to get them before the bluejays. But I didn’t expect any this year. But here it was, and more coming. I ate it right then, a little early but better a bit tart in my mouth than in the bird’s. Though we really aren’t getting the bird damage this year. Possibly due to a bumper wild Autumn Olive crop.
Then past the strawberries and sure enough, still yet some ripe ones in the old Old North Sea patch. I thought it was done, but it wasn’t. I’ve now picked many small baskets of “this is probably the last picking” this fall. An old variety from the Seed Savers Exchange I planted many years ago. Sets it’s variable sized fruit low to the ground, nicely protected from birds and frosts by its leaves. The summer crop was moderately small and I hadn’t expected much this fall since it was a record blight/leaf spot year but that didn’t bother the fruit. It’s so nice to have a bit to spice up the morning applesauce, both flavor and color.