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Apples


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

Musing:
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."

Comments

  1. They look delicious: crisp and crunchy.

    Would these be Bonzas would you hazard ...

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  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.

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  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?

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

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