Janie had spent most of the day under a blossoming pear tree in the back-yard. She had been spending every minute that she could steal from her chore… - Zora Neale Hurston

From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep.

The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky. It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road.

The varicolored cloud dust that the sun has stirred up in the sky was settling by slow degrees.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.