An Apple Orchard

We’ve planted our own small orchard of heirloom apple trees and it doesn’t take much room. It’s exciting to watch those first tiny buds awaken in spring, emerge as soft white blossoms, and gradually become tiny green apples. By fall the branches start swooping to the ground, heavy with balls of vibrant color. Then we like to keep daily tabs on our upcoming harvest by sampling the fruits as they ripen—from when they’re face-scrunching sour until they bring a smile and it’s time to harvest. In some small way, it makes us feel a part of history.