Cherry Picking in an Apple Orchard

English is a very interesting language. There are words with letters in it that don’t make themselves heard. They just add length and complexities but without them the word itself is misspelt. Then there are words, that individually meaning something, but collectively with other words say a lot different. They call it idioms.

To a large extent even life is like that; interesting from many perspectives. There are many people around us, easily visible but insignificant to our existence. Their presence adds to complexities to our lives yet they remain unavoidable. Without them around, we would not have become the individuals that we have become and in the journey ahead what we will be. Similarly there are people who  individually may behave in one manner and in groups they could surprisingly be different, good bad or ugly, just like idioms.

‘Cherry picking’  literally  and literarrily are different; so is ‘apple picking’. Cherry picking literally means picking cherries and literarrily; it means one’s act of choosing from amongst many available options. Apple picking, on the other hand literally means plucking (picking) apples from the tree and as one of the newly coined idioms, refers to theft of ‘Apple’ devices mostly by snatching.

Recently, I went apple picking, literally of course.

Apple picking is an annual ritual that many farms organise in the USA. They allow visitors to pick as many apples as they can and carry it home; naturally on payment. The amount payable is not calculated based on the number or weight of apples picked, but on the number of people in the group plucking apples and the bag they ‘have to’ choose. More the number of people in the group, bigger the bag that has to be bought; and more apples that can be carried home.

People, come for apple picking tours, essentially not for getting apples cheaper than the market but to experience the walk through the apple orchard and plucking apples of their choice right from the trees with their very own hands. The bag is more, a means to carry memories home than apples. We too went for the experience.

At the farm, there were counters that sold tickets and bags. We stood in the queue and when our turn came, paid the amount, got our family bag and reached the orchard. There was a person who told us how apples should be picked and also showed us the different varieties of apples that could be plucked that day. I was more keen on practice and less inclined to be preached to! Without wasting any time, I wanted to be there  in the orchard, picking.

Once inside, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Rows after rows and rows after rows of apple trees stood fully laden with apples ready to be picked.  Apples of various shades of red, bright golden yellow and lavish green; apples and apples, I had never seen so many different types of apples together. I stood overwhelmed by the sheer numbers.

It’s then I noticed that there were many apples lying on the floor, many of them with clear signs of having been bitten off. Since visitors are allowed to taste and eat as many as they can, I saw people picking tasting and dropping. Possibly one need not eat the whole apple to taste it! What a colossal waste? I said to myself.

Having paid a tidy sum at the counter, my mind focused on making the best out of my investment. Walking around the orchard and feasting with my eyes was the experience that I had come for, but with the bag in hand, the money having been paid, the aim somehow seemed to have silently meandered off from its original course. I became focused on filling my bag with the best possible apples in the world.

The weather was beautiful, bright and sunny. The cold wasn’t biting any more. I had two choices.  I could walk through the entire orchard once to decide on what I should pick or without wasting time, I  could start plucking from where I stood, proceed gradually picking one or two from each variety eventually filling my bag by the end of the walk. The very conscientious person, I often think I am, I decided to start picking from where I stood. I was determined to pick just about one or two from each variety, cover the entire garden and then if need be, get back to filling the bag. Fair deal or so I thought!

The story actually starts here at this point. It is here that apple picking turned cherry picking!

The first tree was very easy, just two apples picked, one to taste and eat. Every tree looked inviting and each apple tempting. But then with so many trees to choose from and each tree with so many apples to select from, it was cherry picking at its best or worst! With few varieties still unvisited, our bag became full. Unlike many who dumped, what was already picked,  here and there, only to resume plucking more,  we, conscious of wastage, decided to stop. There were a few who had stuffed their bags with apples but soon either apples spilled out rolling all over or their bags gave way. Either way, they couldn’t carry what they intended to.  Since walking around with a heavy bag of apples was the last thing we wanted to do, we left the orchard.

Wanting to know more about the tradition of apple picking, I came back home and looked up for details. As I read through various texts,  words of the person who told us how to go about apple picking became clearer, louder and more meaningful. “Redder the sweeter” and “farther from the trunk riper the fruit”, he had said. “Shake the tree while plucking and spoil the yield next year” he cautioned us. “Don’t hold the apple with the thumb and fingers and press the fruit to see if it’s ripe but cup it in the palm and feel if it’s firm. Give it a slight lift and gentle twist if it’s ripe it will come to you easy”, he told us the secret of picking. “Once in hand, don’t drop it in the bag but place it gently, one over the other so that it doesn’t get damaged” he had advised.

Reflecting on what I had done that day, I realised that it was profound lessons in life that, I had experienced. The experience of walking in an apple orchard was paid for, but the lessons for life came from reflections in solitude.

Life is actually like a walk in the apple orchard. There is enough apples for everyone to pick and the orchard is large enough for a leisurely stroll for all of us. Once the bag is full, we will have to leave the orchard. If we don’t, then what we had picked up as coveted soon becomes a burden. We have just one life and it is we, who decide which all varieties of apples we need to pick and fill our bags with.

In our exuberance of having found ourselves in the orchard and the greed to bag all of it or most of it at once, we forget two cardinal truths. First, the bag is just one and it has finite capacity to hold. Second, the orchard is vast and with greater pickings as we walk along.  Yet, what we often do is different. To maximize our pickings, we greedily push our hands deep into the tree and not only hurt ourselves but break branches and even unripe ones. Shaking the tree to get the fruit we want, we damage the tree for times to come and also drop many fruits to the floor rendering it unfit for consumption. To be sure that we are getting the right apple, we press it between our fingers injuring it permanently and then having broken it from the tree we drop it into the bag rather than carefully placing it only to realise later that the apple we gathered have been damaged by us. Rather than gratefully cupping what we get, we are mostly judgemental and having got it carelessly toss it away as yet another trophy bothering little about its utility later.  Wanting more out of everything, we try stuffing our bags, little realising that we could  end up losing.

The apples I picked that day is long gone but the lessons I learned, has gone deep within me. For what is left of my life, I shall just walk in the orchard of life, absorbing all that colour of daily life, the aroma of goodness, savour the taste of love and not greedily stuff myself for a later day.

May be, you too can take a look at your bag, decide to keep it away for a while and just take a stroll in the garden of life.

This article was first posted on https://jacobshorizon.blogspot.com/2022/10/cherry-picking-in-apple-orchard.html on 12 Oct 2022.