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tree. tapestry. trust.

We sat in our lawn loungers, not on the lawn, but next to the pond under the avocado tree. The grapefruit tree–hunched over as if in resignation, or shame–was at my back. My husband’s face was half-lit by a listing … Continue reading

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stalking the nest

Our grapefruit tree has fallen into shadow. I’ve written about this already, of course, but the thing is, this event has been surprisingly significant in my life. Or perhaps it’s not in itself significant at all; it simply–like a Tolkien … Continue reading

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unearthed

Our grapefruit tree unearthed itself on Earth Day. It appeared to have been nudged up from the ground, slowly, gently, as it tipped itself over onto my husband, who was crossing our little bridge at the time. Rather than knock … Continue reading

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