I left work at noon last Friday to see the pear blossoms in Hood River with Tessa. The valley accounts for 50% of the nation's Bosc pears and 11% of the Bartlett pears. Almost every hill in the whole town is covered with the black-barked trees and white flowers.
Living in Portland, I've fallen in love with urban-dwelling. But, seeing the orchards made me consider - just for a moment - what it would be like to live and work on a farm. Each day tending to the trees, a yearly project from start to finish. It would be so different than the daily deadlines for things that are forgotten as soon as they leave my desk.
as the Fleet Foxes song goes : if I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore.
I want to wake up and know my purpose.