It seems as if each week there is something new that has come to ripen. A garden of Eden so alluring you can’t help but reach your hand toward the blushing fruit. Neat lanes of trees once barren in winter exploded in a popcorn of spring flowers have now yielded their end gains, so ripe that when you stand alone in the orchard you can hear the distant sound of falling fruit make its way to the earth, where alas, they find rest.⠀
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Foraged from the harvest @provencepoiriers, merci beauc
