Such a beautiful, nostalgic, childhood-celebrating post, Arthur, with all the senses in full play: not only can I can see those apples in your lovely photographs, but I can smell them, touch them, taste them and hear the crunch of the munch of them..wonderful.
Your writing conjured up images of my own childhood in Herefordshire where we had two apple trees, my twin brother and I would climb and sit amonst the blossom and later be seen sitting on a branch munching on an apple. This is many decades ago and half a world as I now live in Australia. I wonder if they are still there, I do hope so.
There’s something so nostalgically evocative about apple growing and orchards. The various names and origins of heritage varieties, the stages throughout the year, from blossom to skeletal framework and the resulting sweet treats that are ritualistically made, eaten and enjoyed year after year.
Incidentally I’ve just finished reading ‘Chicken Boy’, which I found delightful and again nostalgic. It really got me reminiscing about my 1970’s /1980’s childhood, where keeping hens was the norm, my late dad and uncle were fanatical about it and bred hens for eggs and poultry shows. I always enjoy your instagram posts and books. Brilliant.
Such a beautiful, nostalgic, childhood-celebrating post, Arthur, with all the senses in full play: not only can I can see those apples in your lovely photographs, but I can smell them, touch them, taste them and hear the crunch of the munch of them..wonderful.
Thank you, Arthur! You write so evocatively and your passion for tradition and appreciating nature is wonderful.
Thank you Arthur,
Your writing conjured up images of my own childhood in Herefordshire where we had two apple trees, my twin brother and I would climb and sit amonst the blossom and later be seen sitting on a branch munching on an apple. This is many decades ago and half a world as I now live in Australia. I wonder if they are still there, I do hope so.
I Hope so too
I love appleblossom ..I guess who doesn't and my favourite desert are apple based.
There’s something so nostalgically evocative about apple growing and orchards. The various names and origins of heritage varieties, the stages throughout the year, from blossom to skeletal framework and the resulting sweet treats that are ritualistically made, eaten and enjoyed year after year.
Incidentally I’ve just finished reading ‘Chicken Boy’, which I found delightful and again nostalgic. It really got me reminiscing about my 1970’s /1980’s childhood, where keeping hens was the norm, my late dad and uncle were fanatical about it and bred hens for eggs and poultry shows. I always enjoy your instagram posts and books. Brilliant.
Thank you so much so glad you liked chicken boy x
Hi Arthur. You write beautifully and your passion for sustainability is remarkable for someone so young. And I love your links ✨🫶🏻✨