Ma has been nursing these two trees for as long as I can remember. In spite of the dust, in spite of the drought, because of Ma’s stubborn care, these trees are thick with blossoms, delicate and pinky-white. - P55
My eyes can’t get enough of the sight of them. I stand under the trees and let the petals fall into my hair, a blizzard of sweet-smelling flowers, dropped from the boughs of the two placed there in the front yard by Ma before I was born, that she and they might bring forth fruit into our home,
together. May 1934 - P55