The Landswoman November 1919 | Page 4

November, 1919 THE LANDSWOMAN Apples RQ)f the timt" of Eve, which is going a go~ long ~ay back, apples have )>laycd a part 1n history which only truo hum1hty could ho.ye supported. For apples are certainly humble fru1t. Thev aro not grown in hothouses like gr&JX'S or pcaclu q, nnd tho boy in tho st~et can. munc.h them without attraeting tho attention \\hie~ wght be drawn to hi m if he wont about consummg melons or pineapples (pineapples, by the way, scC'm to havo ooen named all wrong). John Burrougbs says of this same boy: " The boy is indeod tho true applo-cater, and is not to be ques tion<'d how he came by tho fruit with whjch his pockets aro filled. I t bclongl- to him, and ho m.ay st~nl it. if it cat?not he had in any othe r wny. His frutt cahng has httle l'('{cTt nco to the state of his appetite. Whether hG bo full of ment or empty of m<'at, ho wants tho apple just the anmo. Before meal or after m~al, it novor comes amiss. Tho farm-boy (or farm-gul) muncheq apples ~tll dny lo?g· He h~ nests of them in tho haymow, mellowmg, to :whtoh he mak~s frequent visit~. Tho apple is mdced the {rwt of youth. As wo grow oJd we crave apples less. It is an ominous sign. Whon you aro ashamed to bo seen oating them on the street; whon you can carry them in your pocket and your hand not C'onstantly find its way to them ; when your neighbour hM apples and you have none, and you malro no nocturnal visits to his orchard; when your lunch ba..~ket is without thoro and you oan pass a. winter's night by tho fireqide with no thought of the fruit at your elbow, then be a.c:surod you aro no longer a boy, either in heart or years." It was an apple, a golden one though, which defoatr:d fl eet-footed Atalanta, for Hippomenes, in tho race which she insist~d on running with her suitors, dropp('d golden apples, given him by Aphroditf', and tht> lady st{)}>p<'d to pick them up. And ono of the labourA of H ercules was to fetch from thf.' garden of the Ho!':perides the golden apples which the Earth had cauRC'd to grow as a. marriage gift for H<·ra, the QuoE'n of HE\avcn. Coming to rath,..r Jater timE's, wo find Si r I saac Nowton di~coYoring th«' oxistonco of th(\ laws of gravitntion through sN·ing an apple fall . I was down in Su ex th • othPr day, visiting an ol d h ouse \\ bf'ro g£•nrrationR of Newtons have lh-ed. On ~ ing out int<> the garden my first requ<>st was to h f;ho wn thf' trot' from whi ch Sir I f;aac had seen ih &llplo full. My disappoi ntmont was great '"hen it could not be identified ! And tallcin g of Su ox reminds me again of appl<'s-the ones that grow at Miss Moore's school for gard('ners at Glyndo. For last year, when applf's wero cheap at a. ehilling each, and the very sight of one m ad e your mouth water, I chanced to go one a.ftern()on in Ja t.o Ootobcr to ono of the Horticultural Society's Exhibition~ at Westminster. And t.here I saw, di played in the space a1Iottcd to Miss :Moore a nd h er gardon et udcn ts, tho most glorious pyra nrl d of bea utifully polished apples it has over been my luck to se t cyf'S on. Lat<'r on, whon I had a. ch a n ce to chat with Mil':s 1\fooro, I complimon tcd he r on the beautiful polish of her appl('s, and asked h e r which of hor girls bnd rubbed thom u p so well and had evidently put so much elbow grease on th~ job. Her indignation was supreme. Her apples F • polished f The 8Un s hining o vor the sea perhaps by the kjss of the wi nd blo win a ' hol~d downs, was ro11pon.si ble fo r all tho p oli!h ~b_ 08 S tho C\"'('t received. Franldy, I couldn't bcliooy h~ Why you could al~ost sco your faco in tl~oo •.t. reddy yellow rosy thi~gs, a nd n oth in g would big 1 her but I must promtso t o go d own to Glyn <'ast• 0 autumn to seo with my o wn eyns thPso iri ~ tlus spherical mirrors, not burnished by an < hs<'cnt lmE~pended from tho t]"('CS in the glorious yor 0 hnds, at Ragged Lan ds. O.l'ds L.A.A.S. ha.vo been very busy t his S<'ason p· k' apples in tho W isbech area, an d it is easy ;:; ~~g from tho happy f aces on another a wll greatly they havo enjoy ed their job. y~~ 0 0 ':' bclicYo me, road t his letter- which I rocoi vcd t this morning from on o of them :- on Y u Apples, apples everywhere 1 ''Trees covered with rosy ' Bra mblers 'and bro k ing undor 'Newtons, ' 'Lord Nelsons.~ an d sco~~ of others. Somo s m all, some round, and 80 five-pounde rs 1 me "Onward rolled our t rai n, con veying us to the great orchard coun t ry of England, which wa~ to b our destination from the golden month of Augus~ till the snows will cap t h e eart h . "Weren't w~ a merry, joy ous, h e althy little crowd that warm, b rlgh t d ay, as w e were carried faster faster, past orch a rd after o rchard, ti11 the trai ~ should stop with a bump, and a11 our h eads t ry to squeeze out of on e wi ndow t o find our Welfare Officer, who would be a waiting u s t Out of t he t rain and o'!f to bill~ts was the next :r;nove, with any amou n t of Ins truction s to b e ready In ti mo for the 'lorries' which were to convey us to work on t he morrow. " On to t he bridge ' buzzed ' the old lorry, and we t umbled helter s k elte r ovor each other in our eagerness to get front placos. Surely we could manage with out lad dors, or would the farmers insist on t hese bein g mount-ed t we wond<'rcd. "Now to work. T en to pick, six to pack, six to sort, an d fi ve to grade. "Down the field, or rathe r 'lines,' we wont, as we were n ow between two huge Army huts, p acked high wit h b askets, trays and empties of all sorts. What a n o rchard f How we t en worked ; basket after bask et was taken up to the bus y p ackers an d graders, who n ev er stopped a moment, as all knew so much m ust be ready by 3 o'clock to go to t he s tati on . "As t h e d ay wore on, baskets we re piled high with e very d et ail of p ac kin g complet e . Green covers finished off fi rst g rade ; blue, seconds, and so on. "Big fi ve-p ounde rs i n barrel : all placed liko a jig-saw puzzle, so that they fitted in like a com plete ro und or squo.re. "'Tubs this way; h a mpers that!' shouts the forem a n, a nd wo know the lorries are waWng to take the fruits of our day's toil to tho s tat ion. "Now for more bas k ets to s tart awav at tho 'failin gs, ' and o no more hour's work until th~ gong o n the packi ng s h ed s announces ' work over f or tho day. "Then w a.y h o mo to bille ts we go, piled hi gh on eve ry corne r and crank of the lorries, and dow~ into the village along with crowds of carts an conveyances, all crammed with other h a ppy t l 1 rf z-t6 •