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Another chance to apply the red rule at the orchards around Mount Canobolas on our way into Orange and home.

From The Garden by Andrew Marvell
"What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head ;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine ;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach ;
Stumbling on melons as I pass,
Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness :
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find ;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas ;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade."


  1. They look delicious: crisp and crunchy.

    Would these be Bonzas would you hazard ...

  2. Wouldn't have a clue. The only ones I know are Granny Smith, Johnathon and Delicious.

    When I looked at the photo again this morning I thought that too, delicious, crisp and crunchy. Shame I'm so honest I didn't pick one otherwise I could report on whether they are as good as they look. I felt naughty enough walking into the orchard to get a better shot -- the gate was open.

  3. They are the varieties of my childhood, too. But golly that has changed with the passage of time. I am not keen on Pink Ladies but I do like Bonzas which tend to be slightly smaller and the juice fairly squirts out when you crunch into 'em.

    Now ... where is the nearest fruitologist?

  4. Very nice red! Lovely shot.

  5. They look lovely, nothing mealy about these. The poem is wonderful.


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