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small sour apple; suitable for preserving
crabapples make a tangy jelly - any of numerous varieties of crab apples cultivated for their small acidic (usually bright red) fruit used for preserves or as ornamentals for their blossoms
- any of numerous wild apple trees usually with small acidic fruit
How To Use crabapple In A Sentence
- One means of correcting this mistake is to graft a limb of an appropriate pollenizer (generally a variety of crabapple) every six trees or so. Pollination
- Today, the nursery carries 150 tree varieties, including many types of crabapples, oaks, redbuds, maples and lacebark elms. Kansas.com: -- Front
- Mountain ashes, crabapple trees, and a pear tree provide fruit in season, while trumpet vines and such flowering perennials as penstemon and sage supply nectar that sustains hummingbirds.
- His legs were impaled with a thousand needles of pine and hemlock; hemlock cones and crabapple were strapped to his waist.
- crabapples make a tangy jelly
- Behind stone walls dripping with clematis, a crabapple's toss away from what he called a "muddle" of windblown daisies, beneath the dappled shade of a weeping beech tree, a ruddy-cheeked Englishman, dressed in a gently rumpled olive suit, sat with a sketch pad spread across his lap. The Seattle Times
- Then, long after the foxgloves have withered and the last crabapple has rolled from the tree and been carted off by a brown squirrel, the asters bloom, the last flower before snow.
- And meanwhile the spot is drinking in the spirits, and maybe the spirits in the alcohol are releasing the spirit in the land--maybe the alcohol is a libation, maybe the alcohol is a medium, and now the spirit of the land is out and about, the spirit of the apples and crabapples and arrowwood and briars and siberian olive and staghorn sumac...and the drinkers maybe sense this now, and so they return and return. Libation Bearers
- The HT-7 Series of the Crabapple Safety Helmet offers 6 different trendy designs for the customers to choose from.
- Once the bridge was negotiated, I saw the slow rise of a hill, carefully manicured on both sides of a narrow walkway with procrustean green fields, dotted in places by crabapple trees that attracted fleets of frenzied wasps when the season fermented in sick sweetness, falling fruit mashed muted viridian in streaks and lopsided buttons across the sidewalk. Excerpt from De Imitatio Calembouri
