Remnants
Apple trees grow everywhere here. Huge, splendid, gnarly old trees, fighting the taller forest growth for sunlight and littering the ground with fruit. I've been noticing them from time to time, always with a shock of pleasant surprise in the discovery of their identity, (why, that's an apple tree)! They are especially prolific in the park where we hiked on Monday. Prince Edward Island National Park was established on the site of an early settlement. Naturally, the settlers wanted fruit trees. Now the settlers are long gone, and even the remains of their houses and fences have been consumed by moss and the slow decay of rain, wind, and time. But the trees remain. Running rampant all over the park, unkempt, rugged, surprising. Apples and peaches spreading their bounty to the wild expanse. I remarked to Richmond that the apple trees reminded me of the beginning of Prince Caspian , where the Pevensies return to Cair Paravel and find the old, overgrown apple orchard they had ...