Intro: Year of Wonders

“I used to love this season.  The wood stacked by the door, the tang of its sap still speaking of forest.  The hay made, all golden in the low afternoon light.  The rumble of the apples tumbling into the cellar bins.  Smells and sights and sounds that said this year it would be all right: there’d be food and warmth for the babies by the time the snows came.  I used to love to walk in the apple orchard at this time of the year, to feel the soft give underrfoot when I trod on a fallen fruit.  Thick, sweet scents of rotting apple and wet wood.  This year, the hay stooks are few and the woodpile scant, and neither matters much to me.”

 Year of Wonders by Geraldine Brooks

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