tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089636385099008634.post4639258155122628618..comments2010-06-18T07:46:40.775-07:00Comments on New England Apples: June dropWolf Riverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09851991986875750490noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089636385099008634.post-81690900221673019612010-06-18T07:46:40.775-07:002010-06-18T07:46:40.775-07:00In my youth I spent a year on a kibbutz in Israel....In my youth I spent a year on a kibbutz in Israel. One of my many tasks was thinning the peach trees, they called it "gezum," meaning to abort the fruit, leaving only 1 or maybe 2 to ripen on each cluster. Hard work, up and down ladders, moving the ladders, but not as hard as picking grapes. For grapes, you start picking early in the morning, around 5 or 6, the air is cool, you have a small clipper that fits over your thumb (you get a blister very quickly which eventually turns into a callus), and you cut the cluster of grapes, remove any rotten ones (and eat some, which are icy cold and delicious)and lay them in a sack you are wearing over your shoulder. By noon the sun is brutal, the grapes are warm and your thumb is killing you.Widow's Walkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15985949046433674993noreply@blogger.com