In the morning, as I emerge from my humble cabin and see the sun cast its gold on the lush trees below the Orchard, I drink in the scent of earth and sun and draw a sigh of pleasure.
The humble grasses in the Orchard are flowing and tint the meadow mauve in a sea of shades.
I listen to the sounds of the wind through the apple trees and sense the intense umming of life energy beneath the peaceful murmur.
Shades of green of trees and grass has been dressed in a chalky coating, past is the intense, luminous greeness of May.
In the shadown at he bottom of the Orchard something unknown is resting. It is a presence adding depth and mystery to the womb like warmth of the motherly apple trees.
At night an Owl sits waiting for its prey, then gliding silently through the trees, just above the high grass uncut and in flower. Summer is here in earnest.