These cracks are what makes her a real, human character, and the continual strife that these kids have faced just serves to exacerbate the problems that were already there.įinn had to die, and everyone aside from Raven knows that, but it doesn’t stop Clarke from now shouldering the guilt of those events. That first night of "Jules lady of the wind machines" proved to me that glamor and wind machines did not belong in the same sentence.But, much in the same way as it’s handled Finn, season two has made steps to change that slightly and, although there’s now little doubt that Abby had been right about Clarke, the cracks are beginning to show. I begged to go out one night so that I could be the "Audrey Hepburn" of the orchard by moonlight! I admit now that I may have had a jaded view of what the wind machine crew did. Little did I understand-wind machines are run in hopes of saving our crops so that we would have food on the table and a roof over our head. I didn't associate this job with work at this point in my life. The wind machine Crew seemed so awesome to me-so glamorous in a way? Getting all nostalgic for a moment I can remember thinking it was SO cool that my father would leave in the middle of the night to turn on the wind machines. I could never understand why there was so much grumbling involved. I remember every year he would be making the list and preparing for the long nights ahead. My father was the proud crew leader of the wind machine Crew. We all know where home is and there is no better day than the ones we are all home together. I am one of his four daughters and while I am the only one who returned to the farm to make my living, I am only one of the four amazing women that he and mother raised.
Seasons 2remember full#
He managed to not bring home the stresses of his day to his house full of women.
The moment he stepped into the house his half empty glass was always suddenly half full. His glass seems to be half empty for the duration of his work day. This is my father-I commonly refer to him as "the cynic". Spring has sprung and things around here are starting to blossom giving us the new crop that we will harvest in the coming months. The beauty we witness everyday is tribute only to god's glory! I am hoping to share the good times as well as the struggles that face us on our journey through the seasons of life on the orchard. We are lucky to share our passion for the farm with another 3rd generation couple who have chosen to make the orchard their livelihood as well. We have welcomed two beautiful children and are blessed to be expecting a third that is due to come in apple season. We now both work on the orchard and we feel at home here. I came back home after graduating from college and drug my husband along with me kicking and screaming (maybe he came willingly?). Twisting and turning through my college career I managed to find myself, form my own opinions, "run into" my soul mate, and much to my surprise realize my love for living and working on the orchard.
Looking back I think I am the only one who believed that non-sense.
I decided when I graduated high school that I was destined for bigger things and broader horizons. I am a third generation farmer living, working, and loving orchard life. I am feeling especially reflective as a new season has started here on the orchard coinciding with a new chapter of my life. I am continually amazed at how the seasons of my life twist and turn taking me from and bringing me back home. New joys and beauty are undoubtedly followed by new stresses and challenges. Life here is constantly changing and morphing into something new. We describe our lives based on the season that we are in when events happen. Orchard live a life of one season seamlessly rolling into another.
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