OrchardHouse_winter

Winter Frost

Though the walk to the Orchard House is short, it was that kind of chill-to-the-bone-cold that the steps twice the distance. Feet of lead, fingers nipped at these temperatures. It was late for me to start, and while I waited for my wood stove to come to life, I looked out on that cold, grey [...]
EarlyFog

Sojourns

Journeys however insignificant, spark the mightiest of fires. Not long after my last thimble of coffee I set out with Marco. A small pad in my jacket just in case, but what I wanted in those early mornings is that smell. The evening smells reverberating back at me greeting the morning. The light mist that [...]