The apple orchard across the street from us was cut down today.
During season, everyday, I would retrieve my mail and pluck a fallen apple from the ground. I wouldn't pick from the tree, it wasn't mine. But once it fell on my side of the fence, I would grab a beautiful Golden Delicious from the grass. I swear it was the best apple I have ever tasted and I experienced that revelation every time I bit into one.
Each morning I would be greeted by these trees as I travelled down my driveway toward the orchard. Today, I heard the sound of chainsaws and looked east down my drive.
There was nothing.
Not an apple tree in site. All of them cut down. I wished I heard the chainsaws earlier so I could've pleaded to PLEASE - keep - that - one - tree.
My kids cried upon hearing the news. As sad as it was, I was proud of them. My bees will miss those sweet blossoms. and my trip to the mailbox will always be a sad reminder of a very delicious past.
Sonoma county needs a moratorium on new vineyards planted. Yes, I planted a small, 3/4 of an acre vineyard on my property. It actually restored a horse property that was compressed and void of life. But over the last seven years of learning about the area, I would've done it differently. There is so much more we could do with a small chunk of land that has a very far reach.
Personally, our quality of life has taken a substantial hit.
I used to say we were in jeopardy of becoming a mono-culture. I'm afraid it has happened right under our noses.
Please send this to friends. Not for the blog - for the earth.