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| Two of these things are not like the other. On the right is a yellow gourd, really a giant pumpkin that didn't make it sizewise. The top left green gourd is also a pumpkin that didn't get enough sun. Disappointing that the pumpkins are no larger than the windfall apples! |
So there are many apple trees on the property. One tree is on Lot 4. A set of transparent apple trees are just about the Little Canadian Stream. And more transparent apple trees are at the top of Pillings Road. David Camps-Johnson planted an apple tree on the curve of the road down to the beach when he first moved here. This year that tree bore 5 apples.
Glen planted some trees between the road and the railroad track. I went to look at those apples a couple of days ago. One bough had 10 apples right next to each other other, as though they had been bound together with florists wire, ready for some decorative purpose. I checked on the apples again today. The bear had taken bites out of a few of them, and also left a large pile of scat which was also impossible for me not to investigate. Suffice to say, the bear doesn't digest all of the material perfectly.
There is a tree of Delicious apples to the left of the Bates home. If you really want to taste the best apples in the world (or at least my world), see if there is a windfall apple at the trunk of the tree on the west side of their house. Whomever planted that tree no longer remembers the name of the apple. All of us know that the best apples on the property come from that tree. On the first bite I can hear a crunch and then the juice of the apple drips down my hand to my forearm.
The Canadian musician Healey Willan called apples "God's own bottles". He was right.
Last week-end was the Apple Festival in Salmon arm. Gala apples were $.50 or a brown bag that you could fill yourself for $3.00. Askews served long johns and glazed donuts, coffee, apple juice from Hannahs and Hannahs, and samples of all of the brands of apples.
Dave Wood picked some of the apple trees that grow on the Shields property. It took him two days, the second day a bit easier as Glen lent him a backpack-like contraption that a person can wear and then the apples just slip into a bucket.
The back of Dave's pick-up is now full of apples.
Apples, apples, apples.
Arta
Glen planted some trees between the road and the railroad track. I went to look at those apples a couple of days ago. One bough had 10 apples right next to each other other, as though they had been bound together with florists wire, ready for some decorative purpose. I checked on the apples again today. The bear had taken bites out of a few of them, and also left a large pile of scat which was also impossible for me not to investigate. Suffice to say, the bear doesn't digest all of the material perfectly.
There is a tree of Delicious apples to the left of the Bates home. If you really want to taste the best apples in the world (or at least my world), see if there is a windfall apple at the trunk of the tree on the west side of their house. Whomever planted that tree no longer remembers the name of the apple. All of us know that the best apples on the property come from that tree. On the first bite I can hear a crunch and then the juice of the apple drips down my hand to my forearm.
The Canadian musician Healey Willan called apples "God's own bottles". He was right.
Last week-end was the Apple Festival in Salmon arm. Gala apples were $.50 or a brown bag that you could fill yourself for $3.00. Askews served long johns and glazed donuts, coffee, apple juice from Hannahs and Hannahs, and samples of all of the brands of apples.
Dave Wood picked some of the apple trees that grow on the Shields property. It took him two days, the second day a bit easier as Glen lent him a backpack-like contraption that a person can wear and then the apples just slip into a bucket.
The back of Dave's pick-up is now full of apples.
Apples, apples, apples.
Arta
i think of transparent apples primarily as missiles to throw at other cousins...i doubt that i even know the flavour of them as 'ripe', since we were always picking them at the green stage.
ReplyDeleteTransparent apples were the first ones I tasted when I came to the property. We peeled them and cooked them into apple sauce, adding a bit of sugar and cinnamon. They didn't seem to cook, but just puffed way up. When they were cool enough, they were put in a dish and then cream was added. The cream was that thick stuff on top from milking a cow. Days you wouldn't even be able to remember now.
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