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Mourning the death of a friend, and of a business into which they had put heart and soul, Katie Mather and her husband Tom left their shuttered bar and came south, to Kent, in the fall, to pick apples.
Now I am standing among rows of Jonagold apples listening to the rumble of an old tractor in a nearby field.... Tom is sitting in a fold-up camping chair making some brews on a camping stove outside.... The sun shines.
Katie's slice of orchard life come to us from last fall. She shares it in a recent article in Pellicule, an online magazine (and podcast) where she is an associate editor.
Waking up in the middle of an orchard is bliss.... In the very early hours, tawny owls make their final calls before their nocturnal bedtime, and as the night is diluted into dawn the countryside begins to wake.
I am sad, it feels heavy in my limbs, but I’m looking forward to the day ahead. Something I’ve not felt in a long time.
The orchard is Nightingale Cider in Kent, not far from the English channel.
Katie's story is a splash of fall sunshine, full of harvest grace on this grey day in March.
That is one of the most beautiful, lush pieces of writing I’ve read in quite awhile. Thank you so very much for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed it a great deal.
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