I was out walking this morning and on my final leg of the journey, tired from 3.5 miles of rain-walking, I stopped to take a picture of the house/tavern from Oak Glen Road. As I was framing the picture, the little tree in the foreground shivered in the wind.
“Hey, Jim,” it said. “You planted me about 10 years ago. I’m a Roxbury Russet, the oldest apple in America.”
They have a brown, scaly skin — much valued in the 17th and 18th century for storage, but the FLAVOR. I’m going to plant 300 next year. No one else grows them.
This post was written by Jim Riley