May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. — Fruit

"Here mulberries bleed; the grape’s lithe cluster bends; And blue the rush-bound cucumber depends."

"The kindly fruits of the earth."

"Nothing great is produced suddenly, since not even the grape or the fig is. If you say to me now that you want a fig, I will answer to you that it requires time: let it flower first, then put forth fruit, and then ripen."

"Eve, with her basket, was Deep in the bells and grass Wading in bells and grass Up to her knees, Picking a dish of sweet Berries and plums to eat, Down in the bells and grass Under the trees."

"Silver-pink peach, venetian green glass of medlars and sorb-apples."

"I lose the sunlight, lovely above all else; Bright stars I loved the next, and the moon’s face, Ripe gourds, and fruit of apple-tree and pear."