When the first blush of autumn tints the oak,
and one can feel that quintessential, autumnal air in the breeze,
the apple harvest comes to market.
” Dull Russet, glossy Quarrenden,
Green Wellington, and scarlet-peeled Pearmain…
You apple-trees, give up your sum-
Your time is come, your time is come.” (*Apple-time by Eleanor Farjeon)
I am Smitten
by apples. I adore them. Should I blame my love affair with the apple
“Like Adam, I was born
To go and seek the apple-trees…
the green, the yellow, and the red,
The streaky pippin-stripe,
The windfall and the still unshed,
The ripe and the unripe-” (* The Favourite Fruit by Eleanor Farjeon)
Or, perhaps, I should leave that scenario alone, clouded as it is with doubt, and attribute my love of apples to the irresistible Beauty of its feng shui,
which brings harmony and peace to hearth and home
and rosy good health, too; according to the ancient wisdom of Dae Jang Geum
who, in Episode 52 of The Jewel in the Palace, insists that apples be placed next to the King, because the aroma of apples will improve his well-being.
And, though I am no King, I can attest to the loveliness of falling asleep with the sweet scent of apples next to one’s pillow.
So, when the hint of a flush colours the leaf,
feast on *”the ruddy apple of the sun” in all its variety, complexity