She had glossy leaves and bursting buds and she wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her.
Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches.
In their eyes were watching god mules and women were portrayed as slaves.
With the sun for a shawl
Love For Tea Cake
Not like a "grindstone" that is the same everywhere and has the same effect on everything it touches, but like the sea, the sea of distant ships with every man's wish on board, the powerful moving sea that "takes its shape from the shore meets," and is "different with every shore."
Journey of Life
Janie's dream comes in with the tide- Power that lies within nature.