For a few weeks now the trees in our garden have become heavy with fruit. I have spent many moments, usually in the evening, when the day's chores are done, looking up. I dream of long summer afternoons capturing their fresh flavours and turning them into chutneys and crumbles to be savoured for months to come.
After a time of uncertainty and intense days full, life feels just a little slower again. Now looking up at apples and pears hanging ripe and ready to fall somehow gives me a sense of more space stretching ahead and a chance to slowly rekindle some time to make again.
A new way.
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