I realized the stories were true
The apples this year were quite few
So I picked what I found
(Taking none off the ground)
And brought them to Nashville for you
I’m making my annual pilgrimage to Nashville.
Another year when I came, I brought apples to the family who so graciously hosts me.
This year, they mentioned how much they liked apples so I asked what varieties they like.
“Empire and Gala,” she said.
“Easy,” I thought.
Not so much.
The crazy weather this spring — a frost after the trees had blossomed — did in the apple crop. We walked up and down rows marked Gala and Empire without seeing a single apple.
Finally I found this lone Empire apple roughly the size of a plum. I felt almost guilty picking it. The last, the first, the only Empire apple in the orchard.
But I picked it.
And I picked a few other varieties: Blondies (that look and taste remarkably like Yellow Delicious), Cortlands, Macintosh. I think we even grabbed a few Jona-golds.
I hope it’s okay.
I have the single, singular Empire apple, too.
I hope it’s good.