You don’t want to be in love; you want to be in love in an orchard.

I have a love affair with orchards. Any kind. There’s something so divine about them. When Zee and I were little, there was a place we’d drive past on the way to “holidays” where the hills were covered in orchards and little houses were dotted on properties in the distance. In winter you’d see big fluffy grey clouds rolling in over the mountains, little rain drops falling from the leaves, and mist in little pockets where valley’s formed. There was a little shop on the highway where you could get hot roasted nuts, apples and honey. It was absolutely magical for little girls dreaming out of car windows. And I’m pretty sure most of the time I added a Pony to the fantasy; but who wouldn’t?
Photograph: Anna Wolf