The apple blossoms have come early this year. There’s not much that makes The Heirloom Orchardist feel more joyful. I kinda feel like the child that finds the Easter Bunny’s stash a few days before Easter.
But I shouldn’t feel guilty. This is they way it’s supposed to be when the apple blossoms are here. This is the way it’s always been.
Henry F. French felt it. In 1852, he was so overcome by “The Outburst of Spring” that he had to write his thoughts down (as I’m doing now).
“Somebody says that Spring in New England may be defined as a leap from Winter to Summer, and verily, the space between the sublime and the ridiculous is not shorter than the disjunctive conjunction between good sleighing and apple-blossoms in New Hampshire.” I’d like to know who that somebody was … probably Henry himself.
That’s the way it comes. February and March seem so very long as I’m making my way through Winter. Then, all of a sudden, boom! (Should I say “bloom?) Spring is here.
Thank goodness, Henry and I are not the only crazy Orchardists out there feeling it. The Editors of Appleton’s Journal felt it too, in June of 1869:
“The apple-orchard in bloom is a part of our most domestic experience and of our gentlest human sentiments. It is a part of the best memories of home. Every man in his boyhood has had his perfect moment under apple-blossoms.”
And the editor of Harper’s Monthly felt it, in May 1884:
“This is something like it. A shower of apple blossoms.”
So, even though it’s come early, don’t feel guilty. I enjoy it. As Henry F. French said, “The true measure of time – The force and vigor of the farmer’s character (is) developed in the Spring – Agriculture is cheerful – “Laugh and be fat””