試す 金 - 無料
MORE THAN SKIN DEEP
Spirituality & Health
|May/June 2020
LAVONNE LEONG bites into the apples of the future.

THEY SAY YOU REMEMBER the things that surprise you. If you’ve ever bitten into a red-fleshed apple, you’ll probably recall the moment. Here’s mine: In my first year in college I walked into in an apple orchard in upstate New York on a brilliant blue fall day, plucked a pale green fruit off the tree at the urging of the farmer, and bit into it.
It was delicious, as only a fresh apple can be, tart, tasty, and complex. But what really caught my attention was the color inside: The apple flesh was fuschia all the way through.
Surprise is also what I feel, years later, at Apple Luscious Organic Orchard in Salt Spring Island, British Columbia, where orchardist Harry Burton grows about 25 varieties of red-fleshed apples. It’s the middle of winter when I visit, but in a few short weeks the orchard will be a riot of blooms.
Apple blossoms, Burton tells me, are usually blazing white without a hint of any other color—but you can tell a red-fleshed apple tree by its pink blossoms. There’s sometimes another way to tell, too: Burton slices a twig from a Pendragon apple sapling diagonally with a penknife, and the pale wood, too, is streaked with hot pink.
SURPRISE AND DISCOVERY
Apples with pink or red flesh share an ancestor in Malus niedzwetskyana, a naturally pink-fleshed apple that grows wild in the forests of the Tien Shan mountains between Kazakhstan and western China. The fruit was carried along the Silk Road to Turkey, then made its way to Europe. In the early 1800s, a red-fleshed cultivar known as Surprise reached England. It had made the voyage to the Eastern United States by the early 1840s.
このストーリーは、Spirituality & Health の May/June 2020 版からのものです。
Magzter GOLD を購読すると、厳選された何千ものプレミアム記事や、10,000 以上の雑誌や新聞にアクセスできます。
すでに購読者ですか? サインイン
Spirituality & Health からのその他のストーリー

Spirituality & Health
SILENCE & SOLITUDE
IN SILENCE AND SOLITUDE, we find the space to reflect on what has transpired in the year that is passing and what we plan to carry with us into the new year.
1 min
November/December 2025

Spirituality & Health
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
You can curse your karma, or you can look at what it's trying to teach you.
6 mins
November/December 2025

Spirituality & Health
Naomi Westwater
HONORS GRIEF, SPIRIT, AND SONG
5 mins
November/December 2025

Spirituality & Health
SPIRITUAL PRACTICES FOR MANAGING CHRONIC PAIN
Discover how ancient wisdom and modern research converge to offer hope and healing beyond traditional medicine.
6 mins
November/December 2025

Spirituality & Health
GO YOUR OWN WAY
This woman ditched standard religious dogma in favor of a unique patchwork-style path that works for her.
6 mins
November/December 2025

Spirituality & Health
A CHRISTMAS GIFT TO EARTH
OVER THE YEARS, my take on Christmas has shifted a lot. I was taught it was a celebration of the birth of Jesus, but really it was all about the presents!
2 mins
November/December 2025

Spirituality & Health
OUR WIDELY DISTRIBUTED INTELLIGENCE ... AND OUR REMARKABLE ABILITY TO IGNORE IT
What happens when technology forces us to redefine human consciousness itself?
7 mins
November/December 2025

Spirituality & Health
A PATH FORWARD
IF YOU REMEMBER ONE THING from this column, remember this: Being out of harmony with your soul or with the demands of your spiritual nature is like having a rock in your shoe. It is going to bug you until you fix the situation. If you remember two things from this column, add this: Your soul is not about happiness. The rock in your shoe is not unhappiness. What our soul or spirit wants is to be fully present, innocent, and vulnerable to the vibrancy of life—to show up fully to life, whatever it brings.
4 mins
November/December 2025

Spirituality & Health
MUCH-NEEDED RECALIBRATION
RIGHT STORY, WRONG STORY: How to Have Fearless Conversations in Hell
3 mins
November/December 2025

Spirituality & Health
THE SMALL THINGS WE CARRY
I CAN’T REMEMBER HOW LONG I have been carrying protein bars or other snacks in my glove compartment. I do this so that when I come to a stoplight where a person is sitting with a cardboard sign in hand, sun in their eyes and shoes worn thin, I can easily pop open my glove box and offer what I have. It doesn't happen too often, yet it did the other day. I realized the position I was in and what I had stashed away. It's my chance to look someone in the eyes who likely is not used to having their humanity affirmed. For the length of a breath, we are just two people in the same world. Rarely are words exchanged, but the hands say enough. I know it's not a lot, and it is what I have.
2 mins
November/December 2025
Translate
Change font size