Is it still possible to call oneself a “romantic ”in a relentlessly changing,  unpredictable and perilous world? To cherish unsullied memories and dreams from which the dross has been shaken, memories and that manage to glow  through everything that occurs to cloud them? To seek beauty in a world in which beauty, once-revered, though still  given lip service , is  often ruthlessly destroyed in the name of progress,  or in war?  To be sustained not only by memory but by hope that a few precious things will somehow survive ?  That there will be still a place for them ? 

Orchard is a response to these questions. It is also a brief story about loss, grief and renewal.