Sunday, October 21, 2012

Ferocious Weeds, Wandering Bovine and Healing at Apple Trace


Michael Phillips is an orchardist and author of the book “The Apple Grower:  A Guide for the Organic Orchardist,” first published in 1998.  In the introduction to the book, he writes about a low point in his life when a cider mill operation he’d been running had closed and the most of the apple trees cut down:

“Needless to say, I felt like I had lost part of my family.  And yet, it was an apple tree that eventually “spoke” to me at an herbal workshop I attended in Vermont.  Herbalists say every plant being has a spirit, of sorts, and so it is with trees.  My meditations that day focused in part on what to do next with my life.  I sat beneath a garden apple tree I had pruned for a friend earlier that spring.  Deep within a voice stirred.  You, too are pruned, apple grower, in order to become stronger.  Now this cut is open, dripping the sap of your visions and hopes.  It will heal, as all things do in time.  Afterward, you will be stronger to carry the harvest to come.”

The planting of Apple Trace at Restoration Farm – in memory of my father James M. Barritt Jr. – has been a source of healing for me.  The memorial took shape throughout the spring and summer, with a special plaque of living memory installed just before the Autumn Pot Luck.  Perhaps after loss, we do become stronger with a focus and a purpose.
Nurturing the eight heritage apple trees has helped move me from sadness to a place of happier memories and optimism for the growth of these trees at the farm.   “You, too are pruned, apple grower, in order to become stronger…It will heal, as all things do in time.  Afterward, you will be stronger to carry the harvest to come.” 
Throughout the summer, the weeds were often ferocious.   At one point, I returned from holiday to find the weeds so overgrown that I could barely find the saplings among the tangled growth.  
Bent on my knees weeding, I would think of my Dad, and how so often he had to weed, cultivate and nurture the little patch that was me.  He, too, probably had frustrations as he tugged at those weeds over the years, but I’m hopeful he was pleased with the end result.   
There have been bumps along the way as this fledging orchard has taken root.  Early in July, two of the cows from the historic village escaped from their pasture, and wandered all the way up to Apple Trace damaging two of the trees.   I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.   Of the problems I’d anticipated, cow thrashing was not one of them.  The upper third of the Winesap was cut off and the more slender Prairie Spy was nearly toppled.    But, one of the volunteers, Jen Wang trimmed back the Winesap and my friend George Garbarani staked up the Praire Spy.   Then we waited.   The trees have shown amazing resiliency – much like my Dad always did during more than eight decades of his life.   The Winesap has now filled out nicely, and although once almost bare, the Prairie Spy has now sprouted many fresh new leaves at its base.  This little tree is clearly a survivor.  
As autumn arrived, it was time to mulch around the base of the trees.  Mulching protects the roots and deters the growth of weeds.   The gentleman who provides the farm with wood chips left mountains of mulch in between the trees.   It seemed like an insurmountable task. 
Still, I kept pushing ahead, one scoop of mulch at a time.   And, one afternoon when I had almost given up for the day, Glenn, George, Jen and Jay arrived in the truck with shovels and support.   Within no time, the trees were well-blanketed with mulch.   A job is always easier, and more fun, when the community pitches in. 
I’m a bit concerned about the Honeycrisp, which looks quite bare, but Caroline wonders if perhaps it just concluded its growth season a little earlier than the other trees.   The remaining trees are thriving, and the Newtown Pippin and Ashmead’s Kernel are at least as tall as I am. 
My Mom and I had a chance to walk along Apple Trace as the sun was setting during the Autumn Pot Luck.   The trees were bathed in a golden light and I was encouraged that the harvest to come will be fruitful.  It made me smile, and I think Dad is smiling, too.  
©2012 T.W. Barritt All Rights Reserved

10 comments:

Deana Sidney said...

You know, sometimes when trees take a hit uptop, they put the extra energy into the roots to get things going again... they can be stronger for it.

A lovely story.... trees commemorating events or people are a beautiful idea.

Sam Hoffer / My Carolina Kitchen said...

What a lovely tribute to your Dad. The setting is lovely across from the pretty white church in the meadow. Healing and growing are part of the process. The analysis between the apple grower and life is an interesting one and helps put things into perspective.
Sam

Barbara said...

What a beautiful tribute to your father, T. W.
I have great hopes for your apple trees...you've put so much loving care into them.

tasteofbeirut said...

A beautiful, touching tribute to your father; you are such a gifter writer! It reminded me of a man I know over here, who with his wife, raised 6 children (all grown up now and wonderful human beings) and also tends to a large orchard and know his apple trees intimately.

Kat said...

Sharing your story has helped me today. I lost my father 14 years ago on Nov 9th, 1998, and it is still hard for me; maybe I should plant a tree in his honor or something. He loved gardening and taking care of fruit trees. Thanks for sharing such an intimate part of your life.

Kathy said...

Just lovely, T.W. I suspect you shall derive much comfort from Apple Trace as the trees grow and mature in the years to come.

Gloria Baker said...

Just lovely post TW and a nice and lovely tribute to your father I love apples trees:))

Velva said...

I am sorry for your loss of your father. I am sure that he is smiling with you, and at you. I think the planting of an apple tree as a symbol is a beautiful thing.

Happy Autumn to you.

Velva

P.S. I came home from Blue Ridge with 40-lbs of apples.

~~louise~~ said...

There are no words to console the difficult months ahead, T.W. I offer you a stanza from one of my favorite poems......What plant we in this apple-tree?
Buds, which the breath of summer days
Shall lengthen into leafy sprays;
Boughs where the thrush, with crimson breast,
Shall haunt and sing and hide her nest;
We plant, upon the sunny lea,
A shadow for the noontide hour,
A shelter from the summer shower,
When we plant the apple-tree...
~William Cullen Bryant | The Planting of the Apple-Tree



Karen (Back Road Journal) said...

I love the tribute to your father. I think your trees will grow as strong as your love for him.