“He touched the dangling branches, the spring bright leaves hiding baby green apples, a first glimpse at the harvest to come. Everything around him was new and fresh with so much growing left to do. Yet with all the new growth, the trees had aged bark, wrinkled and scarred where branches had been trimmed off. He could almost feel the roots winding deeper into the earth, stretching themselves ever farther while their crowns reached to the sun.” GrowthSpringRootsApple TreesAged Book:The Simplicity of Cider Source: The Simplicity of Cider
“Ray picked up a slice of summer sausage and chewed, taking a deep breath when some heat kicked in. "Watch out for that one. It's chili-spiked. Eat some cheese," Rick said. Ray broke off a hunk of crumbling aged cheddar that had come from a nearby dairy. When he bit into it, tiny crystals popped on his tongue. "Five years?" he guessed. "Six." "It's good." The cheese coated his tongue and eased the worst of the heat.” SpicyAgedCheddarSausages Book:The Kindred Spirits Supper Club Source: The Kindred Spirits Supper Club