The Apple tree and a poem

Apple Tree

“There is a pleasure in

the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the

lonely shore,

There is society, where

none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and

music in its roar:

I love not man the less,

but Nature more.”

-Lord Byron

For the love of the trees,

Rebecca

Apples are one amazing fall treat from nature!

North Georgia Apples in October

I have been eating so many apples this time of year.  If you have not gone to a local apple orchard, I encourage you to do so soon if you live near one.  I visited the Mercier orchard this year in Blue Ridge, Georgia.  Each year I visit a different orchard.  Here is the website for the Mercier orchard.

Mercier Orchard

Here is link with some orchards that are near me.

Apple orchards near Asheville

Enjoy!  Crunch!!!!

February 1 - The Apple Tree - Malus domestica

The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree

This Apple Tree lives next door to me. The apple tree reminds me of Apple Cider and Apple Jack and pioneers moving out west in America. You see, I have been listening to the book, "The Botany of Desire" by Michael Pollan. If you ever want to learn more about this amazing fruit, I encourage you to listen or read what Michael P. has to say. I found what he talked about most enlightening.
www.michaelpollan.com

"The first wealth is health." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Rebecca

November 1 - The Apple Tree - Malus domestica

The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree

This Apple tree lives in West Virginia at the Pipestem State Park at the bottom of the gorge.  www.pipestemresort.com

If you ever find yourself with some time to go on an adventure, go to Pipestem State Park. I believe you will love this place. You can hike to the bottom of the gorge, which is 3.5 miles; or you can take the tram to the bottom of the gorge. At the bottom of the gorge, there is a small inn and restaurant. The beauty this fall was breathtaking. It is our very own Southern Appalachian Grand Canyon.

Pipestem State Park

Quote:

“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.” Martin Luther

Rebecca,