Strange irony

My mother would tell me about her childhood on the prairies. How rough they had it in the 30s and how the only fruit they got was dried fruit shipped in from warmer climes. How dried apples were a real treat for her. Today we harvested the apple tree in the back yard. One puny little tree yielded over 150 pounds of apples. Careful breeding and selective grafting has made it possible to grow apples even farther north than where my mother grew up. Oh and the grapes from our grapevine almost exceeded the 100 pounds of saskatoon's we harvested back in July.