Yes. Various.
Old varieties, the ones growing here,
more and more rare, more and more difficult
to be found, more and more often known only from tales
and memoirs, even mythical and legendary, considered the
fantasies of a fable-teller. Local varieties which
appeared here and soon will disappear here – the
apple trees are getting old, really old, have tilted
trunks, branches and boughs almost touch the ground, as
if they wanted to support themselves,
protect against falling, as
if they wanted to grow into the soil, to
hide themselves in the earth womb form
where once they had emerged. Varieties having names that
can not be translated into any language. Varieties
having the names that can be easily translated into any
language – a paper apple, for example. Varieties having
no names, or whose names have been forgotten – like
those very dark red, hard, crunchy, extremely juicy
apples with a slight tone
of bitterness in their expectedly
unique taste.
Various
due to the part of
a day. Morning apples, still having chill of
the night in them, often covered with drops of dew. Late
afternoon apples, warmed by the sun, or a bit cold because
hidden
in dense foliage. After rain apples....
Various due
to the picking location.
The fallen ones, the one
which have not been picked,
but have been taken from the
ground, with no visible bruises, scratches, cracks, bites
and
pecks. The ones picked from
the lowest branches, easy
accessible. The ones picked
from the top, so the
most beautiful, almost
inaccessible.
Various due
to
the time of the year.
First of all summer and autumn apples. Those just beginning to
ripe – so hard, really acid. Those overripe – for example paper
apples most probably owing this name to the foamy, delicate,
almost dry, woolly fuzzy pulp, tasting a bit like paper, loved
by some people and disdained by the
others....