“The hardest part for us was watching them harvest our Shamouti oranges.Those were our favourites, thick skinned, seedless and juicy.When the wind… — Michelle Cohen Corasanti Copy Share Image
Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“A single red bucket dangled from a single spoke like the last fruit of summer, or like autumn's final leaf.” — Karen Thompson Walker Copy Share Image
