You may not have bought your house because of the attraction of the garden, but some people have done so. One family took a fairly ramshackle but previously elegant house, which the wife knew she could amend to her needs, but admits that the fruit content of the garden was a huge contributing factor (there were four young children). For example there was a huge patch of raspberry canes, which had the winsome addition of producing only yellow fruit. Lovely and rich.
There were a couple of good apple trees, but above all there was a spectacular pear tree; spectacular in the first place because it was espaliered the full length of the back wall of the barn which gave on to the garden, and in the second place because it gave fruit of extraordinary size: one such was weighed in at one pound and one ounce. You don't believe it? Swear.
Another house, bought for its space and its trees, including fruit, had a cold green house in which was a peach tree, and its peaches were of the white variety, and, in the eating, they ran with juice so much that you had to have a plate or napkin underneath. For 20 years, without stint; it gave always 12 dozen or more beauties. In that garden were also at least 20 apple trees and several stately pears. Currant bushes galore.
A relation of the same fruit happy householder confesses that she fell for her own new house for itself indeed, but talks mostly of the huge pear tree and of plum trees laden heavily with fruit already they are near to sagging. And currant bushes and raspberries. Yes, the house itself is fine and convenient but the garden! The fruit! Now, if you're thinking of selling your own house, it's too late to put down trees to match the above. Age may not noticeably improve the eating quality of your apple or pear or peach, but the emotional and culinary attraction of an ancient fruit tree could often tip the scales.