Audiobook - extract from Blackberry Wine by Joanne Harris

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It took almost a year to make the farmhouse inhabitable, during which time I lived in the south facing wing, where at least the roof had held. While the workmen replaced the roofing tile by tile, I worked in the orchard what was left of it, pruning and shaping and dragging down great wreaths of devouring mistletoe from the trees. My mother had a passion for all fruit except oranges, which he refused to allow in the house. She named each one of us on a seeming whim after a fruit and a recipe. Kasi's for her thick black current cake from Woz. How raspberry liqueur re net for green gage tart after the rain Claude Green gauges, which grew against the south wall of the house because grapes and syrupy with wasps in the mid summer.