set amongst the trees

‘And suddenly the flowers, like a shock to the earth, were flushed and alive, curling like a skin and quivering like the sun, shrieking in the silence. And there was a well between the agaves, where a grey sun licked at the rusty chain. Inside the walls, greenness grew exultant in the full, fresh leaves of the vegetables they ate; and I said to myself, in confusion, that it was like feeding on rage buried deep in the earth’s breast. There he was, bending over, and he wasn’t in anyone’s band. Nobody would help them harvest the olives or the almonds from their few trees. The Taronjís took the father, leaving all the work to the mother, Malene, to Manuel and the two younger ones, María and Bartolomé. Their by Ana María Matute