On either side of the road for a mile before you reached the foot of the hill stood tall osage orange hedges their glossy green marking off the yellow fields any one thereabouts would have told you that this was one of the richest farms on the divide and that the farmer was a woman alexandra bergson there is even a white row of beehives in the orchard under the walnut trees frank read english slowly and the more he read about this divorce case the angrier he grew marie sighed a brisk wind had come up and was driving puffy white clouds across the sky the orchard was sparkling and rippling in the sun that invitation decided her oh but i'm glad to get this place mowed just smell the wild roses they are always so spicy after a rain we never had so many of them in here before i suppose it's the wet season will you have to cut them too i suppose that's the wet season too then it's exciting to see everything growing so fast and to get the grass cut aren't you splashed look at the spider webs all over the grass in a few moments he heard the cherries dropping smartly into the pail and he began to swing his scythe with that long even stroke that few american boys ever learn marie picked cherries and sang softly to herself stripping one glittering branch after another shivering when she caught a shower of raindrops on her neck and hair and emil mowed his way slowly down toward the cherry trees that summer the rains had been so many and opportune that it was almost more than shabata and his man could do to keep up with the corn the orchard was a neglected wilderness i don't know all of them but i know lindens are if i feel that way i feel that way