anti-otp: stock/zara -- an apple orchard in almostspring
The weather has been getting better - slowly, perhaps, but steadily - and this quiet afternoon is definitely warm, with a light breeze to ruffle the leaves and hint at hotter months ahead. On an estate of this size and variety, there is of course an apple orchard, and it's here where the breeze seems strongest, plucking at the greening branches and bringing with it the freshness of the infant year.
At least, that's what Stock's notepad claims. The burly poet is seated beneath one of those "greening" apple trees, back to the bark and hand to the pen. It's far too nice a day to be cooped up inside, and the burgeoning spring has ever been a favorite topic for those sentimental poetic types.
At least, that's what Stock's notepad claims. The burly poet is seated beneath one of those "greening" apple trees, back to the bark and hand to the pen. It's far too nice a day to be cooped up inside, and the burgeoning spring has ever been a favorite topic for those sentimental poetic types.