~an excerpt from Violet Sewell’s private journal~
It is all gone. We were too late to try to save the orchard, the pests had already infested the trees, Hamish had no choice but to chop them all down. The fields are empty and the orchard is just stumps at this point. Hamish is heartbroken, this was everything that he had worked for and it’s all been wiped out in one bad season. My heart hurts for him.
The pests not only ravaged our farm, many of our neighbors are in the same situation. Hs parent’s farm was also decimated and they were forced to chop their orchard as well. His father has taken this exceedingly hard, he looks as if has aged ten years over night, I hate to say it, but he looks an old man now.
I am worried about what we will do next, we have some money saved and a small amount coming in from the dairy cows. I have been selling eggs and cheese to help us along. Hamish seems directionless, he has been spending more time down at the pub with his brother, Elias. He hasn’t sown the summer crops yet, and even if we did, who knows if they would be enough to get us through without the orchard. A new planting of fruit trees would require another several years to reach maturity.
I’ve been quite busy with the running of the house, I’ve been preserving as much as I can get my hands on: custards, condiments, some jam from strawberries Freddy found for me in the back pasture. I don’t know what the next year will hold and I want to stockpile as much as possible.
Any hopes we might have had about sending Willy to high school are impossible now, we could never afford the fees. He doesn’t seem very disappointed, he’s always been more interested in the animals and seems happy to be able to spend his days with them.
Ever since Freddy heard the news about Willy be unable to attend school he’s thrown himself into his own coursework. He always has his nose in a book or is outside examining things. I’m quite proud of his curiosity, I do hope that we can do right by him. I comfort myself that Willy was never that interested in education, but I know Freddy longs to learn more.
I hope that we figure something out soon, I don’t know how much more of not knowing I can take. I feel more exhausted than I have in a long time, and for the first time I feel alone in this. Hamish won’t talk to me; he has shut down since the last tree fell. I barely recognize him anymore, I need my husband back.