Seasons Orchard — Four

As the days grew long and the sun climbed high, took hold. The delicate blossoms were gone, replaced by small, hard green spheres that swelled under the golden heat. This was the season of labor. Silas spent his afternoons pruning and watering, ensuring the heavy branches didn't snap under their own weight. The orchard felt alive with a restless energy—the grass was thick, and the trees were heavy with leaves that provided a cool, dappled sanctuary from the midday sun. Autumn: The Joy of Fulfillment

"Why do we cut them, Grandpa?" young Tobias asked one bitter afternoon, looking at a severed limb lying in the snow. "It looks like it hurts." four seasons orchard

"The tree is working now," Elias said, sitting on the porch, sipping iced tea. He looked older in the summer light. "It’s carrying the weight. Just like us. The pretty part is over. Now it’s just about holding on until the time is right." As the days grew long and the sun climbed high, took hold

brings lush green canopies and the first early fruits. Juicy apricots and tart cherries hang heavy on the boughs. Families spread blankets in the dappled shade, while children chase butterflies between the rows. The farm stand overflows with berries, honey, and freshly pressed cider. Silas spent his afternoons pruning and watering, ensuring