We found ourselves out in apple country, but we were looking for a different type of fruit. We’re at a home settled on an orchard, with rolling hills of twisted dormant trees as far as the eye can see. While sorting through a closet full of Bonworth and Southern Lady, I stumble upon the ripest apple of the bunch, a green 1930s Pendleton shirt, still hanging on it’s old dry cleaning hanger and wrapped in plastic. It belonged to a member of the Justus family, who have been orchardists in Henderson County since the late 1800s.