Dear friend,

I would like to share with you all my miracles. Some of them are funny and pleasant some of them are sad and even anxious, and all of them are mysterious. I believe that miracles happen every day. They really do.

Old apple trees are growing around my house. Their branches pop in our windows and hang over our balcony.
It's wonderful to live together with apple trees and look how they are changed everyday. One month ago they were wearing snow-white fluffy dresses, later they got soft green dress with small apple buttons. Yesterday the apple buttons were green and today they got red and crimson glows. Very soon they are going to be sweat and juicy apples. And fairytales will be hidden in every single apple.

First apple story

Once there was a princess named Pomella who was very different from all other princesses. Every day from morn until eve she toiled away in an orchard near the palace – her very own apple kingdom. Every autumn at her command heaped baskets full of the ripe fruit were carried through the gates and shared far and wide throughout the lands of her father the king. But the king was not happy.

“Should a king’s daughter be working in an orchard?” he asked.

“But, Daddy,” she replied, “my dream is to grow a new kind of apple tree. One that isn’t afraid of the freezing cold or a summer without rain.”

“Ugh,” said the king, a frown on his face “Why are you filling your pretty head with such horrible things? Much nicer to dream about sweets from the palace table.”

Everyone knew the king loved to eat. Every day there was a sumptuous feast. The enormous cakes, pies and candied dishes rolled out of the palace kitchen barely fit on the tables. The king and his guests would eat so much that their stomachs hurt, and most days they had a hard time getting to sleep. But the next day that was all forgotten, and the cooks were ordered to prepare another mountain of delicious sweets.

The king grew fatter and fatter, his middle bulging out like a barrel. It took four servants to lift him out of bed in the morning. Doctors were summoned from all over the kingdom to examine the royal patient. Fat, they said, nodding to each other wisely, fat in the heart and liver. They prescribed the strongest medicines they could think of, but the medicines only made the king itch. Meanwhile the queen’s blood pressure was rising, and one after another the ministers took to their beds. All of them were suffering from a lack of vitamins, for it had been years since anyone at court had eaten fruit or vegetables.

Soon there was no one left to run the kingdom, and the young princess put her foot down.

The king and queen and everyone else at court were put on a strict diet of apples and nothing but apples. Pomella took over the kitchen and gave lessons to the cooks: the sour apples went into salads and soups, semi-sweet ones into juices and applesauce, the sweet apples into jellies and puddings and jam. They even learned how to make apple bread.

The king and queen were too weak to argue with their daughter, and the ministers followed along with whatever the king did. Before a week had passed everyone was feeling better. There were no more headaches, no swelling, no pain in the heart and liver. The queen and her maids-in-waiting grew almost kittenish as their slim waists and trim figures swished through the palace corridors.

The apple diet worked wonders for the ministers, too. The years fell away and they leapt about with new-found ease, gleeful smiles on their faces. Soon everyone was well.

Every day there was an apple council, and Pomella would share another secret of her favourite fruit with the maids-in-waiting: “Boil apples in milk, then mash them and use the mix as a face cream. Rinse your hair every day with a tea made from apple leaves. A paste of apple and butter will get rid of sores, especially on the lips. And if you feel like you’re getting a cold, a cup of apple blossom tea every hour will soon clear it up.”

The maids-in-waiting wrote down Pomella’s every word, and as soon as the council was over rushed off to follow her advice. The king shook his head in amazement and hugged his daughter.

“From this day forward,” he decreed, “the apple tree is the sacred symbol of our kingdom. Every one of our loyal subjects shall plant one next to his home.”

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It is made-up story, but in fact it is really happened.

Two years ago our grandma was very ill, her kidney and liver did not function. The doctors of ambulance said, “What do you want, you grandma is over eighty, she has only one kidney, heart attacks, strokes and a lot of troubles. It's no reason to bring her to hospital. Then Maria, the granddaughter, decided the grandma had to be on a diet. The grandma ate only apple puree during a month. As a result of apple diet she slimed down 20 kg, and all her organs began to work properly. She feels younger now, walking every day and even flying by plane to visit her relatives.

If you don't believe that we have marvellous apples, come and see yourself. Try out our apple turnover, apple in a shawl, and quick baked apples.
We collected all apple stories and apple healthy recipes and also cherry, perch, pomegranate and other stories in the series of books about the healing properties of fruits, vegetables, grain etc.
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