VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Carmen Grover

The Golden Apple

For many years I pruned apple trees. In the beginning I started very hesitantly wanting every apple to stand a fighting chance. As I continued to learn the craft pruning became easier overtime more apples fell to the ground without wavering, they became easier to get rid of. This made more chance for bigger, juicier apples to bloom after all that was the point of it all. Still I would collect the seconds the ones that fell that were “good enough” for my family and friends. Later learning those rotten apples on the ground would nourish the tree to grow, acting as a fertilizer for the next year and so the cycle would continue.

One day I came across a new row of trees one I had not seen before. I started the process first pruning, opening up the tree to let the light shine in when I noticed all the apples were ugly brown and appeared dead. To give this dying tree a chance for life not having to use its efforts on keeping the fruits of its loins alive, letting the tree first live…I began stripping the tree this was simple there were not too many apples. They were all dead so letting them all fall to the ground clip by mighty clip. The boss came over. Feeling pretty proud of myself I stood tall…STOP!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! These are a special breed of apple a cross; new on the market my most prized expensively grafted apples.

The kings and queens of the land needed different, no longer interested in the juicy perfect apples, but a new kind all together. They no longer liked them apples. Wanting a taste of the forbidden fruit! Wanting something that sets them apart from all the other mere peasants in the land, flashing their wealth on this gourmet extravagant pomme.

These apples were tasty a mix between a pear and an apple. Both sweet and deliciously sour, soft yet supple with a gentle crunch! I still believe I did this tree and “it’s people a service”. I did not see the beauty in this apple this perfectly tempered genetically altered fruit to please the new craze until the next.

This new ugly dying strain existed for its revolutionary newness. For those needing something…something to show their status. Die forbidden apple tree and when you do that is when the real fruits flourish.

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