Sitting on my counter top, directly under the observation light, amongst other fruits in my fruit basket, was a large Fuji apple. The stem was still intact, but cut very short. The skin was so glossy I had to move it into a dimmer area to observe its natural beauty and imperfections. I removed the apple from the fruit basket and placed it on my living-room table and began to observe it more. Its complexion was wrapped in red with yellow-green ty dye skin. The DNA of this apple must have had a dominate genetic trait for freckles, because there were golden freckles all over. Looking free of abrasions, its perfect body was asymmetrical, and extremely appealing to the naked eye.
To get a better view of the apple I picked it up and placed it in …show more content…
Being used to thick chalky tasting covers on those dark red apples, it was pleasantly delightful to experience the thin lightly sweet cover of this Fuji apple. The flesh was amazingly sweet and juicy. I found myself slurping up the juices that were gushing through every bite. Sticky sugar fingers were the result of using my hands as napkins to whip up the juice that squirted from my mouth. I became distracted and a bit obsessed with deliciousness of the fruit. Placing faith into my intuition, I became certain that the rest of the apples in my bunch would be just as sweet. Having that knowledge allowed me to regain focus on my task of observing an …show more content…
Hesitantly, I pulled what was left of the apple away from my mouth. Gazing away at the flesh, I noticed the crispy texture maintain it’s frothy white color and it did not denature or turn brown like most bitten apples. Never hitting a soft spot, I ate this apple down to it’s core; where it housed its seeds. What was now left of it was not mechanically edible.
Starring away at these brown seeds I began to ask myself “What would it take to grow apples like these, how much money and time would it take to invest in harvesting apples, and if I could profit from this investment”. Maybe, I was thinking too much. Or maybe I had grown attached to the thin covered, red, yellow-green, sweet and juicy apple. As I began my final departure from, I paused and reflected on the enriched freshness that was given to me. It was like a breath of fresh air. I was saddened it had to come to an
To get a better view of the apple I picked it up and placed it in …show more content…
Being used to thick chalky tasting covers on those dark red apples, it was pleasantly delightful to experience the thin lightly sweet cover of this Fuji apple. The flesh was amazingly sweet and juicy. I found myself slurping up the juices that were gushing through every bite. Sticky sugar fingers were the result of using my hands as napkins to whip up the juice that squirted from my mouth. I became distracted and a bit obsessed with deliciousness of the fruit. Placing faith into my intuition, I became certain that the rest of the apples in my bunch would be just as sweet. Having that knowledge allowed me to regain focus on my task of observing an …show more content…
Hesitantly, I pulled what was left of the apple away from my mouth. Gazing away at the flesh, I noticed the crispy texture maintain it’s frothy white color and it did not denature or turn brown like most bitten apples. Never hitting a soft spot, I ate this apple down to it’s core; where it housed its seeds. What was now left of it was not mechanically edible.
Starring away at these brown seeds I began to ask myself “What would it take to grow apples like these, how much money and time would it take to invest in harvesting apples, and if I could profit from this investment”. Maybe, I was thinking too much. Or maybe I had grown attached to the thin covered, red, yellow-green, sweet and juicy apple. As I began my final departure from, I paused and reflected on the enriched freshness that was given to me. It was like a breath of fresh air. I was saddened it had to come to an