Let’s get some thing straight here – I am not an apple person. I grew up in south Florida where apples were imported from those far away cold states. They were always mushy, sandy, over ripe, and over waxed. I have to admit, they are a pretty fruit and come in so many shades and shapes, but when given the option between an apple or, let’s say, a mango, guava, raspberry, banana, orange, grapefruit, cherimoya, strawberry, blueberry…apple will always lose – always. I just can’t get excited about them.
Here in Germany, apples are THE local fruit – everybody loves them, and no one seems to understand how they cannot be loved. It seems to be a pretty important fruit around here. So, when October rolls around, Fürth holds it’s yearly Apfelmarkt (Apple Market) – and it’s packed – shoulder to shoulder. Everybody comes to see, taste, and smell the latest harvest. Visitors chat up the local farmers about this years crop, and taste to compare flavors.
The smell of warm waffles sits heavy in the air, and swarms of lady bugs glide through the air savoring the last warm rays of the early Fall sun.I trek out every few years to enjoy the bounty of colors. And, because, well, my kids love apples…I guess that’s what happens when you grow up here.
The white blossom covered trees have all basked in the summer sun and dropped their fruit to the earth. The leaves are starting to turn – Fall is just a few weeks away – and we are left with an amazing colorful bounty of apples, plums, nuts, honey, and late summer flowers.