4 dispatches
The sharp, clean scent of crushed pine needles and sun-warmed fruit rises from the orchard floor when apple picking in Massachusetts.
Step into a cloud of maple-scented steam and taste syrup straight from the draw-off valve, still warm from the fire.
Wake up to woodsmoke and mountain mist, then spend the morning gathering eggs before the trails even wake up.
Step into the flooded crimson marshes of a working bog and watch the fall harvest unfold right beneath your boots.
