August 8, 2012
The Dolgo crab apples began to color up a week ago. By Monday they had turned into ruby jewels ornamenting the trees, two days later much of the fruit hanging on the outer upper branches are a deep, dark crimson. Unlike their astringent crab apple cousins, Dolgos are edible — zesty, tart, a mouth full of sunshine. We dehydrate them for winter snacking and as an addition to salads and granola — think dried cranberry. They make a beautiful ruby jelly and when pressed they make a cider that looks and tastes like a pink lemonade treat. Originating in Kazakhstan near the Siberian border, Dolgo means “long” in Russian alluding to their elongated shape. Extremely cold hardy it is understandable why this antique crab apple was first imported in 1897 to South Dakota where winters are often unpleasantly frigid.
Richard and Michael, two of Scott Farm’s dedicated Jamaican crew, arrive in the farm truck with a warm wave and hearty hello. They have come to the orchard with their apple picking gear: harvest buckets, bushel boxes, and wooden ladders polished from years of use. There is a rustling of leaves as they set their ladders into the tree then a snap, snap, snap as they begin to pick, their fingers working deftly — quick, exacting — both are gentle, their large man hands easing the olive-shaped fruit into harvest buckets held to their chests by a harness strapped across their backs allowing free hands for picking and ladder climbing. At the base of their buckets hangs a canvas apron drawn shut with two short pieces of rope. The harvest bucket, akin to a baby carrier, holds cargo almost as precious. A short time passes, their buckets fill. Neither Richard nor Michael bound down the ladders, instead they move slowly retreating to the ground.
Richard has set the wooden bushel boxes in the shade of the Dolgo crab to protect the just picked fruit from the strong summer sun. Michael is first and hovers over one of the boxes. Releasing the knotted stays from their keep, he slowly lowers the the circular canvas apron and its contents into the box. Controlling the gravitational speed of the departing apples is an important step, if they travel too fast they will bruise not only from hitting the bottom of the box but from bumping neighboring apples. It is an amazing sight to watch grown men so cautious and gentle with the fruit.
An hour and a half passes, the tree is looking naked. We talk about respect. Michael says adamantly, “You must respect the fruit, you don’t respect the fruit you bruise it, you bruise the fruit the buyer doesn’t want it, it is bad for the farm and bad for the worker who needs the wages.” The young generation in Jamaica doesn’t understand hard work, nor do they want to do it. We have the same problem in the states and worry about farm survival without a younger workforce. Michael and Richard say there is pleasure gained from earning your keep and Richard notes “…a man that works hard is respected in the neighborhood, the man that is lazy is not.”
They continue picking, I inspect a neighboring tree filled with small, freckled yellow apples — Ananas Reinette.
Early in the season they remind me of limes, similar in shape in color. Their expected harvest date is not long off and we are looking forward to tasting them — they have a sharp, juicy-sweet acidity. Ananas means pineapple in French, textbooks note the Ananas originated in the Netherlands in the early 1800s. I like eating this heirloom apple with a couple of gooey slices of a good camembert, it is also good with feta cheese in a salad, is great sliced into yogurt, and recently I’ve been wondering if I could use them as a substitute in a pineapple upside down cake.
I ask the guys if pineapples grow in Jamaica. “Sure, sure,” they reply in their Jamaican lilt. Richard tells me he grows them on his farm. I’m not sure I’ve been aware all these years that Richard has his hands in the soil at home. He tells me he grows sweet potatoes and corn. His brother and a friend take care of this place when he comes north for Scott Farm‘s seasonal work. I ask him what his soil is like and he says it is different, lots of clay. They work the soil digging up the clay, baking clods of it in the sun, then break it up amending it with animal manures.
Both men have come to Vermont to utilize not only their orchard skills but also their attention to detail when packing apples for market. They wake each day at 5:30 spending a bit of quiet time with a cup of tea. By 7 a.m. they have left the farm’s apartment to open and stock the farm stand. Depending on need they may spend the morning trimming out pervasive invasives from under apple trees. When morning dew has burned off the fruit, they will pick the varieties that have reached the proper stage of ripeness.
Richard and Michael are nearly finished. I watch their technique, two hands are necessary — one to hold the branch, the other to pluck. Michael pinches the small apples between his fingers and gives a quick flick backwards collecting four, five, six Dolgo crab apples before dropping them gently into his bucket. I never hear a thump, maybe a tiny bumping as he gently drops them in.
Out of the 90 varieties of apples in the Scott Farm orchard, the Dolgos take the longest to pick. Hewes Virginia Crab would be a close second. Thomas Jefferson grew Hewes at Monticello and used it to create a dry, highly flavored hard cider.
Lady Apple, another mini apple, is one of the oldest varieties dating to early Roman days. It is one of the best keepers at the farm. The coolers where the fruit is stored are shut off the first of December when Scott Farm sells out most of the apples. With luck there will be a half bin left of these cheery red and green apples with a white crisp flesh that becomes pleasantly aromatic in keeping. Lady Apple is also know as the Christmas Apple. With their cheery colors — red, green and a flash of yellow — they are a good choice for holiday decoration tucked in amongst cut boughs of pine and holly.
It is nearing 3 p.m. and Richard and Michael are almost done. They are both working in the shade on the north side of the tree. Covered head to toe with clothing they wear my husband David’s old winter boots designed for frigid Vermont winters, t-shirts topped with a long-sleeved shirts, long pants, and baseball caps to shield their eyes and protect their heads. Richard is wearing a worn pair of David’s corduroys, I’m miserable in the heat and think it must be 90 degrees or warmer, a wretched persistent heat we have had for most of the summer is pushing the apples to ripen weeks ahead of schedule. I ask the two how they can stand wearing all the clothes they have on and they tell me there is good reason for their madness. They sweat, the clothes get damp, the damp keeps them cool although Richard laughs and admits,”Sometimes the boots do get too hot.”
At 3 p.m. they finish, in two hours they have picked 6.5 bushels of small, beautiful ruby red fruit from one tree.
David Tansey is past President and CEO of The Landmark Trust USA and Scott Farm. He loves answering questions and sharing knowledge as he has been involved in every step of revitalizing The Landmark Trust USA and Scott Farm properties. He may be reached at (802) 431-7111.
Please ask Jane Booth for permission to reproduce her copyrighted photographs and/or writing. Email firstname.lastname@example.org or call (802) 431-7111. Jane has spent a good part of her career photographing and writing about gardens and small farms for Gardens Illustrated, Yankee Magazine, Country Living, Country Living Gardens, Better Homes & Gardens, New Old House Journal, and Cape Cod & Islands Home where she produced an ongoing column and feature stories.