Tea in an orchard of fruit trees…well I actually opted for wine and carrot cake, but still pleasantly dreamy. A crew of over 15 ladies trekked from Cambrigde to Grandchester, 6 miles round trip. Our Fitbits were singing, but our thighs were burning!
We traveled past cows roaming, meadows spawning, swimmers (freezing, but anything under 75 degrees outside is labeled by my husband as “Below M” – below the Mellissa line of tolerance), sunbathers bronzing, and ducks wading. As we arrived at the orchard, we were surrounded by a canopy of trees providing just enough shade to chill the air and sun dappling to warm us. Little did we know that we were surrounded by the shadows of greatness which have visited before us. According to the website history page, I was surprised to read the following:
“In taking tea at the Orchard, you are joining an impressive group of luminaries including Rupert Brooke (poet), Virginia Woolf (author), Maynard Keynes (economist), Bertrand Russell (philosopher), Alan Turing (inventor of the computer), Ernest Rutherford (split the atom), Crick and Watson (discovered DNA), Stephen Hawking (theoretical physicist, cosmologist and author) and HRH Prince Charles (future King of England).”
The history of this town amazes and inspires me. Every pub has a story of brilliant minds coming together to discuss life changing theories. Libraries and churches hold the secrets of wise ones before my time. I often wonder to myself, “What am I doing here? What will I do with all that I am learning? Who will listen to what I have to say?”
Tonight, I miss home. I miss my doggies. I miss my hubby. I miss my children. I am missing my daughter’s recital!!! ( I miss my phone, still).
But I believe I am on this journey to seek answers to questions. I am but one heart who has beat on this orchard’s sacred grounds. What can one heart do? What can one seed planted become?
Perhaps the answer is in a book. Perhaps the answer is in a spot of tea. Perhaps the answer is at the bottom of a chalice of beer. Perhaps the answer is in one more bottle of prosecco. Perhaps the answers lie within me.