When I think of fall, I think of apples. Red, yellow and green, apples ripen in autumn and soon it’ll be apple picking time. Fall festivals will feature apple bobbing barrels and serve fresh apple pies. Apple cider will soon be bottled. Don’t forget an apple for the teacher! My husband swears by apples and, for years, he’s eaten two each day. He switched to Red Delicious after learning they were the highest in antioxidants. I prefer Granny Smiths.
Some of the coolest handmade ceramic apples I’ve seen are those by Jean Saake. Mountain Made out of Asheville, North Carolina, carries her line, describing them as “delightful and unusual art pieces…that have been peeled,’ ‘bitten’ or just whole with ‘slight bruises.’ They are terrific and deserve a boo, so I hope you’ll boot them up. If you are interested in finding out more, use the site’s personal shopper to get in touch with this Smokey Mountain retailer. (“The Mountain Made Gallery is a division of Mountain BizWorks, a local not-for-profit organization that provides business training, loans, and entrepreneurial aid to Western North Carolina area residents.”) Gallery of the Mountains states that the 75 year old Jean “has dabbled in virtually every craft form available – she is an accomplished ceramic artist, fabulous knitter, sculptor, gourmet cook, weaver, trained in egg tempera painting and in oil painting on porcelain.”
Next, I want to feature some splendid apples made by Pauline Doyle, artist-in-residence at the Port Moody Arts Centre. They are truly some of the most elegant pieces I have seen. Forget about the wax fruit on your granny’s dining table! The pair at the left are called “Apples-Pitt fired.” I remember watching Pauline make these…the leaves and stems are plump, have substance. Click here to see more of her work. I have yet to actually see the ones below, but I so want to do so. The concept is appealing and I love that they are such a pure, pure white: “White Apple Journey 1 of 3 in a series” and “White Apple Journey,” a close-up. Truly a treat for the eyes! By the way, Johnny Appleseed was a real person. His name was John Chapman and he was a nurseryman, according to Wikipedia. In the 1800s, he planted seeds in what is present-day Ohio, Illinois and Indiana in the United States. I wonder if they still teach children about Johnny Appleseed in the schools…. Until now, I didn’t know whether it was an apocryphal story or not. What isn’t true is that he sowed seeds willy nilly. “He planted nurseries rather than orchards, built fences around them to protect them from livestock, left the nurseries in the care of a neighbor who sold trees on shares, and returned every year or two to tend the nursery,” according to the entry. He did follow a subsistence lifestyle, but didn’t wear a pot on his head, as we were taught. Chapman “wore the worst of the used clothing he received, giving away the better clothing in barter.” He was a vegetarian who cared for deeply for animals and even insects. “When he heard a horse was to be put down, he bought the horse, bought a few grassy acres nearby, and turned the horse out to recover. When it did, he gave the horse to someone needy, exacting a promise to treat the horse humanely.” Apparently no one knows the exact date when Johnny died or where his is buried, but the year 1845 is given. Until now, I also did not know that Johnny Appleseed remained unmarried and that he was an itinerant preacher of the Swedenborg sect. So, today, the first day of September, let’s consider the apple….