My grandpa had a small orchard in his backyard. Perhaps ten to twelve trees. He had planted one of each kind of his favorite fruits. As each bloomed and came into season, his yard smelled rich and sweet.
On early summer evenings, his house smelled fragrant of each next tree coming into its own. First cherries, then peaches. As kids, we climbed ladders and picked the fresh fruit and fought the hungry birds. Truly a joy of the season.
Andy Fletcher is an artist, designer, speaker and advocate for trains. He enjoys sharing his drawings and his joy of trains with railroad enthusiasts everywhere.
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