Many years ago, the land that is now our orchard was once a water meadow. Or so we have been told. In wet winters we can well believe it. And so far, January has mostly been rainy. The stream is running fast, seeps into the banks, and tumbles over the weir at the edge of the smallholding in a noisy cascade. The ground is saturated. Springs that hide und…
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