“Cassandra continued her obstacle course along the wall, hoping to find a gate or a door, anything permitting entry. The sun was… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Cassandra lifted the apple to her lips. The sunny scent was strong as she bit into it. An apple, from a tree… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“By the time she entered the hidden garden, early light was sifting through the autumn-sparse canopy. Eliza took a deep breath. She'd… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“We have a friend, and Anglophile American city-dweller in his eighties, whose main ambition, now, is to hear a cuckoo call, for… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
“Before the war an apple tree had stood behind the church. It was an apple tree that ate its own apples.” — Herta Müller Copy Share Image
“The garden is incredible. It's really overgrown, but underneath the brambles all kinds of plants have survived. There are paths, garden seats,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“We are people-trees. Our roots are hidden in Earth .The branches spread out on Heavens. The fruits are our energy. Two different… — Katerina Kostaki Copy Share Image
“It was a garden, a walled garden. Overgrown but with beautiful bones visible still. Someone had cared for this garden once. The… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
