I opened the truck door again, the plastic tunnel covers
torn to small pieces organized, wrapped and tied with string strongly but easy
to loosen. Exactly like a gift. I went on my way the distance two hours far two
hours back to throw the plastic bags to the recycling place. Yes this is it
Ihsan*. You see it in the way of making
the cider, the canned peaches, the hard cider, the jams, the fruit itself and
the intention with which it was grown and made. Where you find Ihsan in something it will increase
the beauty of it, where something lacks Ihsan it will appear less beautiful like
a land dried from her water. Like most people when someone mentions farm you
think of mud, I saw the stereotype as messy, disorganized living. But this changed
after three years of me working here. The stereotype is not necessarily a wrong
thing. Farms need a lot of effort and time to care for the trees and the fruit
and beyond that. It’s hard to focus on the other things, secondary things and
from this comes mess and disorder. But here at Manoff’s the secondary things
have the same amount of care from putting the effort and the time, like a
mother trying to put fairness between her kids. If she wasn’t fair today, she
will be fair tomorrow.
I planted a new row of peach trees with Uncle Gary after
cutting the old trees from that line. He said, “The age of these trees, 15
years, after that we cut them off. Where are you going to be after 15 years?” “I
don’t know,” I said, (where’s the life going to take me, even if I went with a
plan?) “15 years it’s a long time?” “No it goes faster than you think” he said
as if realizing the time that had passed since planting the peaches 15 years
ago. Maybe tomorrow I will replant a new line of peach trees and ask the same
question of who’s with me. I know I’m lucky to work here in a place that has
this beauty and workmanship; to also have the space to think of myself, maybe
that is a gift from the land for who takes care of it, or maybe because the
land doesn’t ask questions.
-Maher Al Azzeh
dearest Chelsea’s husband.
Planting Apple Trees for hard Cider