July 24, 2008

roots that run deep

July 23 003

"Papa looked down at me and brought me closer, then waved his hand toward the drive. 'You see that fig tree over yonder, Cassie? Them other trees all around... that oak and walnut, they're a lot bigger and they take up more room and give so much shade they almost overshadow that little ole fig. But that fig tree's got roots that run deep, and it belongs in that yard as much as that oak and walnut. It keeps on blooming, bearing good fruit year after year, knowing all the time it'll never get as big as them other trees. Just keeps on growing and doing what it gotta do. It don't give up It give up, it'll die. There's a lesson to be learned from that little tree, Cassie girl, 'cause we're like it. We keep doing what we gotta, and we don't give up. We can't.'"

evening rain

"On Thursday, when they were to return, it began to rain, a hard, swelling summer rain which brought a premature green darkness to the land and forced us to leave our hoeing of the cotton field and return to the house. As the thunder rumbled overhead, Mama peered out the window at the dark road. 'Wonder what's keeping them', she said, more to herself than anyone else.'"

Both above quotes are from Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry by Mildred D. Taylor. Since we've had two days of thunderstorms I'm giving you two.

2 comments:

gina marie said...

Beautiful images! Made even more so with the excerpt.

Gawdess said...

I like them both so much, there is a freshness about the fig and a more murky sense about the other shot that are so appropriate.