I adore this! My father was an orange grower, and throughout my schooldays I would walk home from the bus stop through our groves, and during several months of the year I could pick several oranges to eat as my after-school snack. It didn't give me joy then, tasty as those fruits were, but as an adult I exult in the miracle. Now I have my own lemon tree which has a similar effect. <3 You've conveyed the deliciousness experienced by both the gardener and pilgrim. Thank you!
Thanks Brother! I hope you enjoy the novella -- I had a lot of fun with the accelerated pacing and the subjective omniscient point of view when writing it. Let me know what you think!
I adore this! My father was an orange grower, and throughout my schooldays I would walk home from the bus stop through our groves, and during several months of the year I could pick several oranges to eat as my after-school snack. It didn't give me joy then, tasty as those fruits were, but as an adult I exult in the miracle. Now I have my own lemon tree which has a similar effect. <3 You've conveyed the deliciousness experienced by both the gardener and pilgrim. Thank you!
Sublime!
What joy bursting forth with every line…ahhhh and thank you
Thanks Lauren; glad you enjoyed it!
"Oh, may your joy now be blood-orange
And your peace a green hedge within."
What a vibrant benediction! I love this poem.
Cheers Mark!
Love your work Peter! I saw that you have a novella on here. I'm going to start working my way through that. Thank you for all your hard work
Thanks Brother! I hope you enjoy the novella -- I had a lot of fun with the accelerated pacing and the subjective omniscient point of view when writing it. Let me know what you think!
This is beautiful- such intense imagery. I’ll have to revisit this one in the dead of winter!
I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Susanna. Cheers!
Love this. Our black walnut trees are bursting with nuts. The squirrels love them. The lawnmower not so much. Our apple trees too.
A joyful, fruitful season begins! Thanks Katie.
It sure does!