The golden apples of the sun

[asakiyume]

I've probably used that exact subject line before. Every year around now I go to get some Baldwin apples from Cold Spring Orchard, because they are The Best for pies, and every year, I also pick up some Roxbury Russets (America's oldest apple type) and some beautiful, and delicious, Golden Russets.

This year, probably because of the drought, they are very tiny. Little baby apples--you could eat one in three bites. But as beautiful as ever.

You might mistake them for ripening tomatoes, by their color, or maybe wild persimmons, but no: they are apples.



Next to a mini pumpkin gourd and next to a Baldwin apple, for color and size comparison:

Comments

[danceswithwaves.livejournal.com]

There's this book that I read a long while ago but think about periodically. I wish I remembered the title. It's about golden apples and mountain folk and valley folk, and there's a competitive race to get to the golden apples, and everyone when they reach a certain age has to run the race. And only the worthy reach them or something. It was a good book and I think you'd like it, but I wish I remembered the title.

Anyway, lovely apples.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Wow, that does sound like something I'd be curious about! Well, if you ever remember the title, let me know!