The house I grew up in had some beautiful peach, plum, and apricot trees in the back, and grandma went all out putting it up in jars for the freezer, what we couldn't eat because there was so much. Anyway, I recall my father being diligent about painting some white stuff on all the trunks every year, I think to help prevent disease. That's all I can remember, aside from my unpaid job of raking the leaves after school.