Weeding the peony hedge I hear the windfalls in the orchard; hear them strike the ground, hear them strike against branches as they fall to the ground. The immemorial smell of apples, old as the sea. Mary makes jelly. Up from the kitchen, up the stairs and into all the rooms comes the smell of apples.
John CheeverAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: May 27, 1912
- Died: June 18, 1982
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