I used to own a house that had about an acre of sloping land, and when I bought it, nearly half that acre was entombed in blackberries. The day I closed and got the keys, I walked down to the entombed half and started to bushwhack through it just to see what was there. To my surprise, there was a small shed built long ago but still standing tall, although it was evident by the vines growing through its open windows that it had not been used in ages, and just beyond the shed, overgrown and very long neglected, was a grove of apple trees, a dozen of them. Several of the trees were dead; the rest that were living were too old and unpruned to do anything with them...