Our gang from the office this afternoon paid a intrusive visit to a senior Anthropology professor’s place that is full of peace and quiet.
We saw their barn-turned library, their Japanese tea house and their seemingly borderless, neighbourless back garden, where a part of it is an apple orchard. Some greengages dropped in the professor’s attempt to let us have a taste of those by shaking one of the trees. A green apple then dropped along with the greengages. I picked it up, and at some point, I began shaking it next to my ear. It was probably the first time in my life ever shaking an apple, obviously for no specific reasons. And I could hear the rustling of the seeds in the core, which appeared to me to be something very close to a marvel. Dear Alan and Sarah, thank you so much!