Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1858-04-03
CULTIVATE FRUIT.

We never see the glowing apples, bushing in
warm sunlight, ranged beside the mellow-look-
ing golden ones, on the streets, without wish
ing we owned "a parcel Of ground" that we
might raise delicious fruits, and eat them fresh
and wholesome from our own trees. If this
world holds one thing we covet, it is snug
farm with abundance of fruit-trees, berry-bushes,
and vines bearing fruit after their kind.
We have special talent for fruit it is so in
tensified as to be almost passion--a weakness
which compels US to join the singer in Canticles,
where he implores, Comfort me with apples ~
The brown russets yellow pippins and those
big blushing beauties among the greetings -
remembrances of Down East bring back the
apples Baked apples-haye you eaten them in
the country?
If the sin Of Eve consisted in eating an ap-
pie, and the other trees of Paradise bore none
lit would not have been Paradise, in that case,)
we can not reproach her. Instead of driving
her from the garden for eating apples, we, too,
should have "plucked" and /" eat y and we sup
pose we should have been found in the same
condemnation. No; we have the same weak
ness for apples. The apple-tree seems to US,
also, a tree to be desired = we sympathize with
this weakness. Instead of wishing to dissuade
Adam from eating apples, we urge all to plant
more trees--to raise choice varieties of apples,
and to raise them in such quantities that all
may eat them, tcitiOm sin.
In dreams, we always find ourself in the
thrifty orchard, whose trees we climbed in child
hood, and on whose fruit we feasted. How
much we enjoy in those dreams!
All, citizen and countryman, enjoy fruit yet
but comparatively little attention is bestowed
on its culture. We know many men, owning
acres of land for moving, pasturage, cereal and
root crops, whose orchards are sadly neglected
"a standing reproach to their good sense. Ill
fenced and browsed by cattle, the trees are
gnarled, mossy, and scraggy, reminding one of
the vineyard of the slothtul."
Ask these farmers for an apple, and they give
you what you can not eat without grimaces.
You must either throw away the apple, or en-
dure the painful oontortions of face caused by
its mastication.
The trees in these orchards, if properly cared
for, and grated with choice varieties of fruit,
would be source of large profit to the owners,
besides affording delightful pastme in their cul-
tivation, and delicious qualification to the pal
ate. Ihey would nnd the value OF tlIeii farms
increase in proportion to the excellence and
quantity of the fruit Welded BY the trees which
now cumber the ground, realizing the primal
curse.
Slovenly farmer .renovate your orchard. Ma
ture will not bless your laziness Make your
orchard and your garden as much the ornament
OF your farm, as they can be made to you
source Of profit and pleasure. Fruit always
finds ready market; the prices are enormous.
There will be for it a constantly increasing de-
mand, as people are learning that their health,
as well as their enjoyment, requires more fruit
and less flesh on their tables.
If you regard thrift, plant fruit-trees, and
raise the best of fruit would you enhance your
own pleasures, raise the best of fruit-would
you promote the general welfare, fill the world
with apples
DO it for money, pleasure, health, happiness