An English In Kentucky


















November 12th 2010    Tim Candler

    Ancients called Apricots  "Early Fruits of the Sun".  Apricots like a cold winter and a warm spring.  Of course the word cold is relative, because Apricots do not thrive in somewhere like Northern Michigan, or Tomahawk Wisconsin.   And a warm spring is important, so probably Apricots do not thrive in somewhere like Caithness Scotland, where shorts are not possible in August, unless a person is strange.

    There is a tale of Apricot trees growing from one end to the other of the Great Silk Roads.   So probably in those past days the earliest travelers along the Great Silk Roads had eaten all those things with a foot of some sort that chews on young trees.



    Now days of course Apricot varieties are grafted  onto reliable stock and the graft we chose has the name of Harglow, which cost considerably more than a dozen Apricots might.   Shame perhaps that we have not emulated Silk Road traders, and what an excellent celebration of Winter Solstice it would be, to ride the well worn paths scattering Apricot pips with an idle, yet happy abandonment. 

    But amongst Apricots, Harglow blooms later than most and here in Kentucky often it is late frost that pinches early fruit.  As well we still have things with hoofs, things that hop, and Squirrels and Raccoons, and Possums and who knows what else.  So compromise, though sullen making sometimes, and harder on the back,  is necessary.


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