Under a flowering pear tree

theireyes“She had been spending every minute that she could steal from her chores under that tree for the last three days. That was to say ever since the first tiny bloom had opened. It had called her to come and gaze on a mystery. From barren brown stems to glistening leaf buds; from the leaf buds to snowy virginity of bloom. It stirred her tremendously.” — Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God.
Time to revisit a classic. My copy is from Harper Perennial in 1990. The cover artwork was done by the very gifted David Díaz.


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