Our apple trees picked a mostly bad week to bloom. It has been rainy and cold, weather not conducive to our little pollinating friends. Yesterday, the temp peaked at 45 while we watched the northeast wind blow sheets of rain across the fields. Lovely. Bees don’t fly much below 55 degrees, nor do they venture out in rain. Earlier in the week the sun battled through the murk, and I saw and heard bees in the flowers, but ultimately the sun lost the fight. There may still be time for the golden delicious tree–its petals are hanging on for the moment. So now I wait to learn whether the bees made their appointed rounds, or whether the hummingbirds provided backup.
If we have no apples this year, it will be the second consecutive year. Last year we had frost in April/May when the trees were blooming. Our golden delicious was having its off year, so we weren’t expecting any fruit from that tree, but the nasty, scabby normally-reliable macs got zapped. For some strange reason I seem to have “rain rain go away” stuck in my head.