I love the sounds of an orchard: the thup-thup-thup of my son's feet against the packed earth, the shimmering leaves against each other, the snap of an apple stem. My kids pounded up and down the aisles, tree limbs whipping by, sun slanting and dappling and doing all that autumn magic. We filled a sack, sucking on honey sticks, and Maya mountain goat'ed the enormous wooden train in the yard. Sweet goats snuffling in our palms. Collecting recipes for apple-things.
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