What is it about plums that are so tantalizing? Is it the red-purple color, hazy with condensation on the branch? Is it the natural contrast of the ridged leaves and the smooth surface? Has anyone out there gone plum picking? I’d love to go sometime if there’s a great plum orchard out there.
Every year, I try to go apple picking at least once. There’s nothing quite like fresh produce off the vine, branch, earth. Besides being a family tradition, it is an experience in the truest sense of the word. May I tell you about it?
After queueing for 20-30 minutes or so, we drive onto a ferry to transport us over the river. The iron railings are piping hot from the direct sun over the water. The river water laps against the ferry bobbing, crests alternating a deep blue and coarse brown (nature’s natural color combinations…). The limestone caverns on the horizon tempt us from the shoreline. Again, I stop and contemplate skipping the picking for trespassing and spelunking on private property. We decide against it.
When we drive through the land between the rivers, on either side there are farms with crops and not a sign of tall building to be seen. The ground rolls and unfurls before us, planted with soy beans, corn and other crops.
The actual ride to the orchards involves a trip by hayride. Depending on the time of year, Jonathans, Granny Smiths, or Red and Golden Delicious may be in season. For those who’ve gone a-pickin’, what is your favorite part of the experience? I think mine would be reaching for the highest branches, the ripest fruits, the untouchables.