Katherine Keenum
“Nevertheless, the Académie Julian started up again in September, and Amy had duties. It was time to return to disciplined work.
Early on the damp silvery morning of the party’s departure, Jeanette took one last walk up through the orchard. In late August, branches were heavily laden with fruit; and on a tree that Mme. Gernagan had called a Belle d’Eté, she found a few oblate apples perfectly ripened. When she rolled one back on its stem, it dropped into her hand. A prickly acid under the sk...in stung her gums and tongue, yet the juice was sweet, with an aftertaste of cloves. For a moment, she rebelled at the thought of leaving Brittany, the farm, the studio where she and Amy and Emily had worked so happily. She looked higher at the sweeping hillside, which blocked the horizon, then turned to gaze down on the farm buildings and the straight rows of vegetables and flowers in the angle framed by house and barn. Next year, she vowed, next year she would be back—not in Ohio, here.MoreLess
Early on the damp silvery morning of the party’s departure, Jeanette took one last walk up through the orchard. In late August, branches were heavily laden with fruit; and on a tree that Mme. Gernagan had called a Belle d’Eté, she found a few oblate apples perfectly ripened. When she rolled one back on its stem, it dropped into her hand. A prickly acid under the sk...in stung her gums and tongue, yet the juice was sweet, with an aftertaste of cloves. For a moment, she rebelled at the thought of leaving Brittany, the farm, the studio where she and Amy and Emily had worked so happily. She looked higher at the sweeping hillside, which blocked the horizon, then turned to gaze down on the farm buildings and the straight rows of vegetables and flowers in the angle framed by house and barn. Next year, she vowed, next year she would be back—not in Ohio, here.MoreLess
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