“It’s ironic that those who till the soil, cultivate and harvest the fruits, vegetables, and other foods that fill our tables with abundance have nothing left for themselves.” -Cesar Chavez
I took this one from Sullivan, the quiet road that leads to my parent’s home where I grew up. I loved running through the orchards in bloom as a kid pretending I was a creature of the trees. In later years I learned of the hardships my mom and her family suffered as workers of this scenic landscape. Not quite the fairytale backdrop I envisioned as a little sprite flitting from tree to tree. But still it was a better life than how it would have panned out had they stayed put in the shadows of poverty on the other side of the border.