"At Our Place (...) there is an old apricot tree which does not have fruit, and here the cows stand when it is hot, before they are milked, or underneath the pear trees in the old orchand where the cottage has tumbled down. I see all these things when I ride about Our place, with my Father. Our Place is a decent size, not so big as Parrotts' or Trevelyans' but my Father says big enough for peace of mind".
(The Aunt's Story by Patrick White)
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