424 Helicopter Arrival

(Winona)

“All my remedies are grown here. I have a hothouse as well,” Klara explains, her voice filled with pride.

“I can’t wait until my cottage garden looks like this.” I feel a pang of longing as I take in the lush, vibrant plants. It’s a picture of calm and beauty, something I’ve always dreamed of having.

Klara smiles knowingly. “It takes time and a lot of patience. But I can show you how to work with what you have.”

We make our way to the first shed, which is a striking contrast to the rustic surroundings. It’s pristine white, with large windows letting in natural light, and the scent of herbs and fresh dairy fills the air.

“Ilona and Agnes, also twins, handle most of the produce and the dairy,” Klara explains. “They make the cheeses, the jams, pickles, that sort of thing.”

The young women wave at us, their hands busy as they pour jam into jars and stir large pots.

I marvel at the efficiency of their operation, how seamlessly everything seems to work here. The stainless-stee