I sit up in bed and watch her fiddle about in the back of my wardrobe. I think she's got a plan. That's what's good about Zoey. She'd better hurry up though, because I'm starting to think of things like carrots. And air. And ducks. And pear trees. Velvet and silk. Lakes. I'm going to miss ice. And the sofa. And the lounge. And the way Cal loves magic tricks. And white things- milk, snow, swans.
- Jenny Downham
As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned.
- Robert Graves
Oh to be a pear tree any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
- Zora Neale Hurston
She couldn't make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung above him. He was a glance from God.
- Zora Neale Hurston
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.
- Zora Neale Hurston
- Jenny Downham
As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned.
- Robert Graves
Oh to be a pear tree any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
- Zora Neale Hurston
She couldn't make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung above him. He was a glance from God.
- Zora Neale Hurston
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.
- Zora Neale Hurston
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