This unfinished oil painting, of what most definitely is the apple tree in the back yard of our house, could possibly be one of the last oils mom painted. It follows or proceeds the Apples, since she is still playing around with a more heavy impressionistic technique in applying the oils. The painting also feels abandoned as if mom's interest in watercolor was creeping into her art or she became fed up with oil.
That apple tree was huge. Much bigger than an apple tree should be. It was fun to climb but a pain in that my brother and I had to pick up the apples, which unfortunately tasted awful. It dominated the back yard and was a happy place for many a squirrel. We would count the nests in the upper parts of the tree as it always seemed to be a condominium for the local squirrel population.
That apple tree was huge. Much bigger than an apple tree should be. It was fun to climb but a pain in that my brother and I had to pick up the apples, which unfortunately tasted awful. It dominated the back yard and was a happy place for many a squirrel. We would count the nests in the upper parts of the tree as it always seemed to be a condominium for the local squirrel population.
The Apple Tree
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