Four tiny little apple seeds have dominated – nay, wrecked my household over the past two weeks.
Because of four little apple seeds, I have lost approximately fifty hours that I had earmarked for other purposes. Instead of getting my hair cut, reorganizing my bedroom, and a host of other noble activities, I have been forced to heed the urgent, silent cry of 50 lbs. of produce on my counter: Clean us! Cook us! Preserve us before we rot and grow flies!
Because of four little apple seeds, my house is a mess. My precious living space, which I prefer to keep tidy and full of peace (or at least vacuumed), is gasping for breath beneath a layer of earth and leaves. Sweep as I may, it is all for naught; the moment I approach the next apple, another dusting begins to fall. This endless cycle has led me to neglect my regular weekly chores as well, and the cost is piling up.
Because of four little apple seeds, I am exhausted. Working through my days off and cooking into the night have trimmed much needed hours off of my commitment to rest and relaxation. My hair is frizzy, I’m always hot, and my clothes are riddled with patches of cinnamon-scented goo. I am not a pretty picture.
And we’re still not done. There’s another whole load of apples at my aunt’s house, whimpering and waiting for me to come pick them up!
Thanks to those four little apple seeds, my family has spent the majority of our last two weeks in real face time together. We have filled our humble kitchen with slicing, stirring, boiling, laughing, arguing, singing, and more, with nothing but music to accompany us. We have made memories that we already enjoy to recount – and we’re still not done.
Thanks to four little apple seeds, our hands have generated more than 40 pints of locally grown, chemical-free, homemade apple butter. It is – and I say this with all due humility – the best apple butter I have ever tasted. Of course, we have more than we could ever possibly hope to eat ourselves, so we will be able to take the excess and sell it. At $4.00 per half pint, the project will more than have paid for our investment – and we’re still not done.
Thanks to four little apple seeds, we have been given a chance to participate in the harvest. We have shared, in a very small way, the sweat and vigor of those who live off of only what their own hands can produce and preserve. We have a physical reminder of the multiplied blessings that come when we plant good seeds in the world and in the lives of others. We have received and given back thousands of times more than what was originally sown.
And we’re still not done.