Where the Fruit Comes From
It's humid and in the 90s, the sun is high in the summer sky, and it's time for blueberry picking!
We picked ours a couple of weeks ago, on an organic farm not too far from our house. I love picking fruits and berries in the summer, but I find blueberries most enjoyable. Maybe it's the way that the abundance of berries just falls into your hands; maybe it's that the bushes are at arms level. Or maybe it's just that it's the first fruit we pick in the season. In the hustle of beginning summer, we have to remind ourselves to pick before the season ends (in our area, by mid-July). When we're picking blueberries, I know it's summer.
I discovered fruit picking later in life. I grew up in smoggy Philadelphia summers, taking long bus rides to a day camp where – with limited athletic ability, allergies, and a fear of bees – let's just say I wasn't the most popular girl in the bunk. And I must say I'm not much of a green thumb. Growing up, my mother would periodically send our houseplants to a friend to resuscitate them during the summer, and I myself have never managed to keep a houseplant alive more than a year. However, I began picking fruit (that others grow) about ten years ago and I've been hooked ever since.
My first opportunity to pick apples came when I organized an environmental team at my synagogue in the early 2000s. I wanted to talk about Torah and the environment. They wanted to pick apples.
I said, "Great, let's go pick apples and we can talk about Torah and the environment while we're there." And so we did. We talked about the blessing over fruit (blessed are You, G-d, for creating the fruit of the tree) and how each blessing reminds us not only that G-d created the food but where the food came from.
When you say this blessing over the apple while standing next to the very tree you picked it from, it all makes sense. I remember my own sense of awe at this experience; standing a field of apple trees so hilly and wide that you couldn't see any cars even in the distance, saying a blessing over the very apple next to its very tree. The gift of this fruit.
Berries receive a different blessing (like vegetables, "for creating the fruit of the earth") but to me, they seem just as miraculous.
Look at this fruit, growing on bushes, ready for us to take. Look at how my hand and my eyes seem perfectly designed for this task; I can pick out the different shades of blue to see what is ripe; my fingers grasp the berries firmly yet gently – enough to remove them without squashing them. Even my six year old can do an excellent job at this (although a lot of blueberries end up in his stomach, or fed to the chickens of the chicken pen nearby). Look at how I can bring it home and prepare it in all kinds of ways, providing this special set of nutrients to my family. (Our favorite – blueberry "roll-ups" – pureed blueberries dried in sheets in our fruit drier which will last us through the fall.)
I know that not everyone has the opportunity to pick blueberries, but almost everyone has a farm near enough to pick something this growing season. I highly recommend it. See where your food comes from, and say the blessing "fruit of the earth" or "fruit of the tree" while standing next to the very "tree" or "earth" that that fruit came from!