I’m blessed to live in an area where we can still gather edibles for our table from nature’s bounty. Every season brings something, from the first morel mushrooms and tender asparagus stalks of spring, to the tangy apples and crisp nuts of fall. From the time I was a small child, I’ve helped gather what nature provides to feed the family. I have fond memories of scouring ditches for asparagus, woodlots for mushrooms, and fence rows for hickory nuts.
Today Murphy and I hiked a half mile to an apple tree we’ve had our eye on for weeks. Plump and striped fruits hung like clusters of giant grapes. I plucked one and sank my teeth in. The apple cracked with that unmistakable sound that only a truly fresh apple can make. The sweet juice and pungent smell confirmed my suspicions. . .the apples were ready. I filled a bag with the red and green fruits and started home.
Nothing goes to waste here. As I processed the apples, the cores and peelings were saved to feed the chickens and pigs. A few apples that appeared wormy I cut into quarters for the horses. All the best parts I stirred together with sugar, flour, cinnamon, and cloves. Safely cocooned between a couple pairs of crusts and nestled into the oven, the aromas of fall soon filled the house.
There isn’t much on earth that makes my husband happier than a fresh apple pie. And there aren’t any apples pies fresher than these.
God has blessed us to live in an area where we can enjoy His gifts on our table. He didn’t plant the wild apple trees in our back yard, but that mile long hike to collect them from where they grow? Worth every step. . .and then some. How far are you willing to walk to partake of His blessings?
Photos used with full permission of the hubby – who shares photos more willingly than pies!