Saturday, 10 September 2016

Thoughts about apples . . .




My long two-pointed ladder's 
sticking through a tree 
Toward heaven still, 
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill 
Beside it, and there may be two or three 
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. 
But I am done with apple-picking now. 
Essence of winter sleep is on the night, 
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. 
~Robert Frost, After Apple Picking

One of the things I miss most about living in Kent is the apple orchards which surrounded the Estate that we lived on.   An apple orchard marks the seasons quite visibly.  There are different scents and smells and sounds to go with each one . . .

When I think of apple orchards I am reminded of the Annapolis Valley in Nova Scotia, Canada, where I spent a goodly part of my youth.  There too, the apple orchards marked the passing of the seasons quite visibly. 

 

Many a youth earned their pin money picking apples at weekends in the autumn, and grownups too, picking apples during the week.  It is almost a right of passage with the youth.   I remember picking drops one year.  Such hard work.  The drops get used for apple juice.  The Scotia Gold company used to buy them.  You got paid by the wooden box . . .  such a long day filling wooden boxes, and they are not small, the wooden boxes.   You have to pick a lot of apples to fill a box and it takes many hours.

I am too lazy to be a very good apple picker.



The grass is long, the ground is wet  . . .

A lot of family's choose to pick apples for the family as a group activity, and I applaud that.  it is a good thing to teach your children the work that goes into making sure things such as apples get onto the family table.  It gives them a deeper appreciation for the things they eat.  We never did it with our children, but I find myself wishing that we had . . .  instead we bought them by the barrel at the farm markets and I would bring them home and turn them into apple jelly and apple butter  . . . apple pie and apple sauce.

Those were the days . . .

 

One year when I was living in an old farm house in Meaford, Ontario on the banks of the Georgian Bay, my sister and I discovered an old overgrown and abandoned orchard.  Whoever had planted it had planted  blackberries around the bases of  most of the trees, or else they had appeared there on their own.  In any case we filled buckets with the berries and apples.  There was lots of apple and blackberry jelly in our larders that year.  Plus we had the enjoyment of passing a pleasant afternoon together, free from the children and our cares and woes building a beautiful memory together.

At least it is a beautiful memory for me, and I hope that it is a beautiful memory for her . . .  I am sure that it is.  That would be about 20 years ago now  . . .  time flies, and we were having fun . . .

 

They say life began in an apple orchard . . .  I don't really believe that is so.  I don't believe the forbidden fruit to be an apple, I don't  . . .

The wicked witch in snow white was able to tempt her unto her death with a poison apple  . . . it is not until just now that I see the correlation between that story and the story in Genesis where the serpent tempted Eve and death entered the world . . .  one bite of the poison apple putting Snow White into endless sleep only to be broken by true love's kiss . . . and one bite of the forbidden fruit made Adam and Eve mortal and sent them out into the dreary world where they would have to toil with sweat upon their brow to make a living, and experience opposition all the days of their lives . . .

Funny how that goes.  How you can read something for ever and ever and then all of a sudden the thought comes into your mind and you see things with deeper clarity.

 

Somebody had their very first day of school this past week and she was a vision in purple and lavendar.  She looks so pleased and happy about it.  That makes  me smile.  I love her so much.  I hope it went well.  I would so love to know  . . . I am sure Cameron really missed her, and I am sure she had tons of stories to tell at the end of the day.

Oh, and on another positive note.  I designed a calendar yesterday using my drawings.  Watch this space.

A thought to carry with you through today  . . .

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"We have become as a great army. 
We are now a people of consequence. 
Our voice is heard when we speak up. 
We have demonstrated our strength in meeting adversity. 
Our strength is our faith in the Almighty. 
No cause under the heavens can stop the work of God. 
Adversity may raise its ugly head. 
The world may be troubled with wars and rumors of wars, 
but this cause will go forward." 
~Gordon B Hinckley
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Spiritual Enlightenment

It will soon be Church Conference again.  Can you tell I am looking forward to it!

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In the English Kitchen today  . . .  Peppermint Petticoat Tails.  Scrumptious!


Have a beautiful Saturday!  Eat an apple.  Today it keeps the Doctor away, or so they say!  Don't forget . . .

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And I do too!!


 

8 comments:

Suze said...

Good morning Marie. I have never seen an apple tree in bloom, nor full of fruit. I think I need to plant something that will grow in my yard. One of the garlics I have planted has started to grow and my herbs are picking up.

Enjoy your conference. It has been a grey and wet start to my weekend. So I am stitching a little. I also bought a quilt kit. I fell in love with a dark flannel quilt earlier the the week. Today it is reduced and mum and I bought it between us. https://www.quiltersstore.com.au/_products/Flannel+Sale/Kits+Flannel-1875.aspx

God bless.

Suze said...

If the link doesn't work the quilt is called Simple Things.

Marie Rayner said...

wow, what a beautiful quilt Suzan! I love flannel anything and especially flannel fabrics. That quilt will end up cuddly soft. What a lucky find! We won't be having our conference for another month yet, but I can't wait! God bless your weekend! xoxo

La Table De Nana said...

She is a vision Marie:) All lavendered up..♥
What darling Littles we are blessed with..just looking at their photos sends joy to our hearts.I was trying to find photos of the inside of our house as Jacques is switching ins.companies..on the cds there are photos of a few years ago of the Littles in our family..the feeling I get in seeing them is so deep.Like you have..for yours.

Marie Rayner said...

I know Monique, I just want to hold her and squeeze her. She delights my heart! Why do they have to grow up? I wish they could stay small forever! xoxo
PS- I bet you have a beautiful home. I would Love, LOVE to see your kitchen! The little glimpses you show look beautiful!

Sybil said...

That brought back so many memories of my time with friends in Halifax... We went to the valley with the two little ones all together I think there must have been 7 of us including the smallest one who was on her mums back in a back pack ! I have a wonderful photograph somewhere that was my fav. Of her catching a lovely red apple...oh yes happy days indeed.
Hope that you have had a good day. It's been quite nice down here, very wet in the morning but dried up this afternoon. Peter took us up to Swindon to Staples where we were able to buy two very nice office type chairs. They are to replace two we bought from the same place around three or four years ago.... If I hadn't had my visitor coming next week I probably would have left it a few more weeks but I just want things to look as nice as possible !....night night God Bless. Xxx

Barb said...

Hi Marie~

I love apples and try to eat at least one a day. My neighbors have a big tree, and they always share with me. I usually pick a big box full, I love them! I make apple sauce and apple pie filling with the apples, and always share a bottle or two with them.

What a fun story about you and your sis. Those wonderful memories are what life is all about...loved it.

Your little grand is adorable! She looks very beautiful in purple.

Loved the quote, President Hinckley was truly a wonderful and loved Prophet!

We have stake conference this weekend...so looking forward to it!

Hugs and love,
Barb

Marie Rayner said...

Sybil, what a lovely memory! I loved reading about it. I can tell you are getting excited about your friend's visit! I can't wait to hear about it! Love and hugs, xoxo

Thanks Barb! I am not sure when our Stake Conference is. I think not until after General Conference. President Hinkley was the prophet when I was Baptised. I think that most converts hold a special place in their hearts for who was the prophet when they were converted, and I am no exception! But then again, I love them all! Love and hugs right back! xoxo