“Let us go, then, exploring, this summer morning, when all are adoring the plum blossom and the bee.”

“America, the plum blossoms are falling.”

“Once upon a time there was a bear and a bee who lived in a wood and were the best of friends. All summer long the bee collected nectar from morning to night while the bear lay on his back basking in the long grass. When winter came the bear realised he had nothing to eat and thought to himself 'I hope that busy little bee will share some of his honey with me.' But the bee was nowhere to be found - he had died of a stress induced coronary disease.”

“Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies”

“The bees came the summer of 1964”

“...the blossom of our family, like one of those miraculous fruit trees that taps into an invisible vein of nurture and bears radiant bushels of plums while the trees around it merely go on living.”