Bushel

A vintage-warm acoustic album for an early-autumn afternoon of baking apple pie at home - mellow fingerpicked guitar, soft piano, tender young vocals, a whisper of vinyl crackle, with light sunny-pop tunes and two little waltzes woven in, following one sweet-scented baking day from a basket of red apples to the last grateful cup in seventeen songs.

The story begins as a bushel of red apples arrives at the door in "Bushel." Peels curl away in long ribbons in "Paring," nutmeg and cloves come down from the spice shelf in "Nutmeg," cold butter is cut into the flour in "Butter," and the rolling pin glides across the dough in "Rolling." Apples simmer soft and golden in "Compote," and the lattice is laid over the top, strip by strip, in "Lattice." As the oven fills the house with cinnamon warmth, she pours a cup for the wait in "Perfume," twirls through a bright little waltz in "Carousel," and steeps a pot of tea while the pie cools on the windowsill in "Meanwhile." The first crisp slice arrives in "Wedge." The heart of the day comes with "Fruitful" - a quiet thought about a tree that bears its fruit in season. Then hot apple cider and a second helping in "Cider," a sweater-wrapped afternoon doze in "Sweater," a slow golden-hour waltz in "Rosette," the last of the pie wrapped up for tomorrow in "Parcel," and a final cup with a small grace of thanks in "Benediction."

Each track carries just a drop of quiet grace, making this the perfect soundtrack for baking afternoons, autumn tea time, and slow, cozy days in the kitchen.