1 There was the deepest peace in that orchard.
2 The orchard seemed full of sun, like a cup, and we could smell the ripe apples on the trees.
3 After supper Cuzak and I took a stroll in the orchard and sat down by the windmill to smoke.
4 In the middle of the orchard we came upon a grape arbour, with seats built along the sides and a warped plank table.
5 She leaned her chin on her hand and looked down through the orchard, where the sunlight was growing more and more golden.
6 As we walked through the apple orchard, grown up in tall bluegrass, Antonia kept stopping to tell me about one tree and another.
7 She would race about the orchard with us, or take sides in our hay-fights in the barn, or be the old bear that came down from the mountain and carried off Nina.
8 I was smoking in the orchard, and as I went out to meet them, Antonia came running down from the house and hugged the two men as if they had been away for months.
9 We were out all day in the thin sunshine, helping Mrs. Harling and Tony break the ground and plant the garden, dig around the orchard trees, tie up vines and clip the hedges.
10 She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.
11 At some distance behind the house were an ash grove and two orchards: a cherry orchard, with gooseberry and currant bushes between the rows, and an apple orchard, sheltered by a high hedge from the hot winds.
12 At some distance behind the house were an ash grove and two orchards: a cherry orchard, with gooseberry and currant bushes between the rows, and an apple orchard, sheltered by a high hedge from the hot winds.
13 There were wooden houses where the old sod dwellings used to be, and little orchards, and big red barns; all this meant happy children, contented women, and men who saw their lives coming to a fortunate issue.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III