IMUST HAVE SLEPT THROUGH A SEASON OR TWO, because it wasn’t until some big yellow crabapples formed right beside the little red ones a particular tree of mine is supposed to have that I thought, hmmm, I guess that’s rootstock making its way skyward. Oops.
Don’t be horribly alarmed; I didn’t fail to notice an entire branch emanating from the ground-level root zone. This is a high-grafted tree–a weeper made from combining roots and a trunk of one variety with the desired flowering and fruiting head of another–so the branch came from just below the union where top meets trunk, sneaky thing that it is.
I don’t have the heart to prune off the errant branch until some bird or another comes to enjoy those little golden gems, but then I promise: I will. I do know how to prune, I do. I just sometimes don’t know how to pay attention, apparently.