Austere, grandfather-aged mountains
stand tall in the background, looking over
the young army of avocado trees.
The blindingly bright southern California sol*,
and dry, coffee-colored soil
cradle the incubating fruit.
Early afternoon sun beams overhead,
in an ocean blue sky, cloudless.
Rustling avocado leaves,
Chase the wind's every move.
The crow caws in the distance,
as the trees are sprayed with Nature's gift--
water, by man-made irrigation systems.
Who owns this farm?
What inspired the farmer to grow avocados?
Will this year's crop yield productive?
Will I eat one of their Hass avocados?
A calm overwhelms me.
I am inspired, refreshed, and
hungry.
The avocado leaves praise the sun.
The avocado leaves praise the sun.
The avocado leaves praise the sun.**
*Translation: sun.
**Brokaw, E. (2009). Brokaw nursery. Retrieved Apr. 10, 2010, from Brokaw Nursery, Inc., Saticoy, CA. Web site: http://brokawnursery.com/.
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