Expectations v/s Patience!
Once you are hooked on this fabulous sport, it is hard to play anything else. I look at each and every tree, every blossom and every piece of fruit. We (my trees and I) are very good friends. I walk around my orchard explain in far too much detail the year the variety was discovered or hybrid and from which country. My husband listens with incredible patience, far more than I have! I look at my four year old Euro combo pear and the thing is empty. Not a sign of a pear anywhere. I have two Mirabelles fruiting but not the third mirabelle. The Bavay gage arrived as a whip and has been in the ground for three years. . . nada. It finally took eight years for my Italian plums to have a crop. My apples, well you know about my apples. . . The peaches are coming along. The three new apricots going in this year and last, will not give any fruit for at least four years. I tell my friends, 'this should be an excellent fruit year'. . . I am going to stop saying anything until I have buckets of fruit! Thirty trees and not much to show for it. I do know that in a year or two I probably will have that incredible year where I'll be sitting in the orchard laughing my a__ off surrounded by fruit. Until then,I just have to wait. Mrs. G