Several years ago, on a lark, I planted several seeds from some Honeycrisp apples, knowing full well that apples do not breed true and that any apples from the trees that sprouted from the seeds would be as different as any siblings.
This past spring, one of the trees — the largest — produced several blossoms. From those blossoms, five apples grew.
Over the summer, they have gradually grown from little nubbins to quite small apples, changing from green to bright red in the process.
Today, I took a look to see how they were doing. I did not intend to try to pick one, but I jostled a branch just enough for one to fall to the ground.
It was a perfect little apple. A deep red. No blemishes.
I cut it in half.
I took a small bite. The flesh was quite firm, not mealy at all, and the taste was quite tart, but not sour. Someday, it might make a good baking apple.
Laurel's Studio 
Laurel- Maybe I can get through to you this time. I wrote to you last Summer about your Dad. I live at the Manor in Medford, Or, and did a TV talk on a drawing by your Dad in the Manor Collection. In my research I found that your Dad was born in Gowrie, Iowa. My Dad, also, was born in Gowrie in 1911. They most likely knew each other. Blomquist is a very Swedish name as is Strand. It has been a mystery that is quite intriguing and hopefully I’ll learn more about your so I can fill out some more information in our data file for our Collection. I Think we have seven, or so of his pieces. I’m retired, but have been in the art business since 1956. I still direct the art show hangings here at the Manor. Hope to hear from you.
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Robin: I called the Manor and left you a message
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