I have eaten hundreds of apples in my life. Maybe even thousands (we did have our own orchard for six years when I was growing up), and while I have bitten into more than a few worms, never have I experienced what I did yesterday: the seeds within were sprouting! Must have been a cold-storage apple and the wee buggers thought spring was here.
Wait, it is.
I couldn’t bring myself to toss the little darlings in the trash. I mean, come on – they were trying so hard to grow! So I did what any romantic green thumb would do: put them into a wet paper towel and tucked them into a baggie. Overnight, one of them shot out a root, and all are busting out of their confining shells. I take this as a sign that these little seeds have big, tree-sized goals.
I have no idea if it’s feasible to grow a producing apple tree from seed, but there’s no harm in trying. My grandpa always grafted his fruit trees. But hey – I’ll stick these guys in some dirt and see what they think. If someday, six or eight years from now, they decide to bear fruit, that would be great. If not, well, at least I gave it a go, right?
(oh, and the apple was delicious!)