Summons

[texaslawchick]

I was fast asleep on Saturday morning when the phone rang. It was cloudy outside, and it seemed like the perfect sort of day to lounge around, reading books, and otherwise not doing much.

The phone call was from my father. He and my mother had gotten up at some absurd hour to stand in line at the Urban Harvest annual fruit tree sale. I knew

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[fallconsmate]

Mama's satsuma fruited this year. So did the kumquat, which made the gutter-minded boychild say "what was the name again? A what?" just to hear his grandmother say kumquat. He's 17. I was giggling myself silly right along with him.

Satsumas, kumquats, quince, and a HUGE fig bush that was a cutting from my granny's house. (bless that woman, she could stick a twig in the ground and it knew better than to not grow. She liked hibiscus and Esperanza.)