This Week I Fell In Love With — Donna Hopkins

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We walked the rows of the apple orchard again. We said, Let’s go apple picking!, but we weren’t there to pick apples, not really. We were there to see slowly, with time stretching out. To exercise our senses. Not forcefully but gently. Walking the rows—cameo, pink lady, fuji, gala, jonathan gold, granny smith, golden coster, stayman—we stopped to taste and smell. The path was hilly and the walking left us winded. It was a goldilocks kind of day, just right in every way.