Boy does that remind me of growing up on the orchard. My memories of traditional archery is the few times my Dad would pick up his Herter's recurve and shoot very accurately whilst I would fling some arrows every where but the target. But work, the orchard, work and more work prevented him from pursuing it. My son now uses the old recurve and Dad, on occassion will shoot with us and still hit what he is aiming at.
Enjoy these days.
Those trees should have some very pretty blossoms on them soon.