There are 10 apple trees in my Mom's garden. 10 apple trees, 8 raspberry bushes, a couple of plums, two wines, an unknown number of blackberries and a single walnut tree. And the quince. The wonderful quince tree, that gives us beautiful and well smelling quinces, which my mom transform into quince jelly and hence make me happy (oh so tasteful). And it is right now all these trees and bushes are bulging. Well they were bulging - till Saturday. Every year I go to my Moms for a weekend for picking. And this Saturday, I put on my Moms all-weather, full-body, winter suit and picked all the apples.
The wind was blowing from here to everywhere so the warm suit was necessary. I added Beethoven and some Danish 90'ies pop music (including singing a long). And a latter for me to reach. Gloves for collecting walnuts, cause undried walnuts will colour your hands completely black (and stick for weeks) if you collect them without gloves. Final touch was the mode of meditation I get into, when picking something as beautiful and simple as apples.
Harvesting the fruits.
And finally a 2- year old picture of me climbing the trees in much better weather, but still picking apples...
The wind was blowing from here to everywhere so the warm suit was necessary. I added Beethoven and some Danish 90'ies pop music (including singing a long). And a latter for me to reach. Gloves for collecting walnuts, cause undried walnuts will colour your hands completely black (and stick for weeks) if you collect them without gloves. Final touch was the mode of meditation I get into, when picking something as beautiful and simple as apples.
Harvesting the fruits.
And finally a 2- year old picture of me climbing the trees in much better weather, but still picking apples...
Location: Mom's garden
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