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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

let me tell you about apples

About a year ago we purchased the apple orchard next door. It was in rough shape, weeds growing where trees once were, old and tall varieties that pickers don't want to climb for the harvest. We were one of few obvious buyers as the dilapidated property bordered ours.


These ancient trees were gnarled and beautiful and they drew us in. An apple legacy to leave to our children one day. I have learned a lot about apples this year.


We have just completed our first harvest. Our trees laden with fruit. Sweet, crisp, juicy, delicious.

Growing them has ruined me for store-bought apples. There is something unnatural about all of the perfection in the grocery store, waxed shiny outside, unremarkable inside. Pick an apple from our trees and you will most likely pick a worm too. Or a bird peck or a blemish or an apple deemed imperfect. They are dull in luster without the added wax. But I have heard that the birds and worms know how to find the sweetest ones.


As a culture, we have said that fruit must be perfect looking for it to be purchased. Is it possible that in our focus on perfection we have missed out on something better?

Apples aren't the only victims of our visual culture. It happens with people too. I think the people with bumps and bruises on the outside are often sweeter on the inside. It is our wormholes that distinguish us. I could say that you can't judge a book by its cover, but that is actually not my point. You see, I do think the cover matters. It is just what we are looking for in the cover that needs to be adjusted. Perhaps if the value was placed on the actual blemish then people would expose their wounds. After all, it is these life experiences that can grow a person to be gentle, humble, compassionate, and ultimately sweeter with time.


My buying habits have changed of late. I like a piece of fruit that has character, a distinguishing mark, a rough spot, a chip in its covering that lets the delicious odor seep through. This is how I know the fruit has seen the sunlight and felt the rain and withstood the bugs and how I know it hasn't been genetically manufactured in a warehouse. I don't mind a bruise here and there if it means a good story and a certain readiness.


Choosing fruit or choosing friends, what exactly do we value?



A few odd facts:

... The worms in an apple go straight for the core. If you cut out the hole, and don't eat the core, the rest of the apple is perfect!  And often more delicious than the apples without worms.

... An apple a day keeps the constipation at bay, if you really wanted to know.  It is actually my personal theory that this is the origin of the belief that apples kept the doctor away. In the absence of modern medicine, the ancients were obsessed with staying regular as a indication of overall health.

... Apples make great natural toothbrushes. Feeling scummy? Skip the Wrigley's and eat an apple. 

... There are a lot more varieties than just "Red" and "Green". On our property we have Pippin, Red Delicious, Granny Smith, Honey Crisp, Fuji, Yellow Delicious, and Gala apples and have recently planted some experimental varieties with pink flesh like Pink Ladies.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

I heart plums

Any child of ours must love fruit.

Sommer - 9 months


Annike - 10 months

And must take baths more often this time of year.

It's plum season.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

strawberry finale


Fall has officially arrived here on the farm: the apples are ripe, the orchard is changing colors, and strawberry season is finally over. I love the changing of the seasons, and for autumn in particular, the thin air, the constant fire in the woodstove, and the onset of the rain are welcome indications of the current season. There are some unfortunate things about fall too, but I know that come spring and summer the weather will warm again and the cycle of life will continue. I suppose I should learn to accept my season in life just as readily...

In order to take advantage of the last few pies and jars of jelly we could possibly make this year, (for the beginning of the strawberry season, see strawberries) we invited a few friends and family out to fill their buckets with the last of the edible strawberries. Our little "Cimbrella" went running through the fields in her "princess dress" for the grand finale picking.






"Popga" and "Sanma" came to help.


These are just a few of the little ones who made it out. I am not sure if their goal was to get muddy, or pick strawberries, because after Analise had been picking for a half hour she looked into her bucket and said, "Where did all of my strawberries go?" None of the adults knew either.



This little guy is caught stuffing his face with the berry, the stem, and the mud.


Time to head in and warm up by the fire...

Farewell, strawberries, we have enjoyed you! As one thing ends, a new thing begins. Our God created life that cycles, such that one thing we are always assured of is change. We only have to choose to see the beauty in the seasons of life.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven... He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end." Ecclesiastes 3:1&11