DAY 3
DAY 3Oakley will never understand our culture or how passionate we are about the farm. Sure, it’s beautiful to look at, but she’ll leave and forget it ever existed like all the other tourists do. The orchard remains a snapshot in their minds, a memory of something they did for fun one time.
But it’s much more than that to me. This is my life. My passion. My family’s legacy. It’s much more than a bunch of apple trees, and I take how it’s run seriously.
Last night when I picked her up for dinner, I wasn’t in the mood to shoot the s**t. I had to force a full day of work into an afternoon because of her. To say I’m exhausted is an understatement, and this week will progressively worsen.
This morning, I woke up still annoyed that I had to chauffeur her around. When I arrive at the cot
