Audra is the girl, Orcas Island is the dirt. A northwest native, she got swept away to NYC after college and spent ten years working her tail off on Wall Street, year after year, plotting her eventual escape, back to an inspired existence, back to the motherland, back to the great PNW. In the meantime, she met a boy (she met several boys, some nice, some naughty), this one an Irish lad, who bought into her NW fairytale and together they decided to say adios to NYC and move into five farmette acres on a little island called Orcas in the NW tip of Washington state. This is where Audra met the land, farmed it, cooked up its fruits, and fell in love with the stories and traditions of fruit growing & preserving. It hasn’t been all rosebuds, but she found what she’d been craving: rootedness. If anyone tries to take her away they’ll have to drag her – boot heels dug firmly in the dirt, dusty stilettos in the closet.