1 There wasn't a tree here when we first came.
2 I recognized every tree and sandbank and rugged draw.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 3 I like to be where I know every stack and tree, and where all the ground is friendly.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: IV 4 Her neck came up strongly out of her shoulders, like the bole of a tree out of the turf.
5 As it grew dark, I asked whether I might light the Christmas tree before the lamp was brought.
6 When I got to the pond, I could see that he was bringing in a little cedar tree across his pommel.
7 Mr. Shimerda rose, crossed himself, and quietly knelt down before the tree, his head sunk forward.
8 As I drew near home that morning, I saw Mrs. Harling out in her yard, digging round her mountain-ash tree.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: II 9 Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.
10 We were so deep in the grass that we could see nothing but the blue sky over us and the gold tree in front of us.
11 By the time we had placed the cold, fresh-smelling little tree in a corner of the sitting-room, it was already Christmas Eve.
12 As we walked through the apple orchard, grown up in tall bluegrass, Antonia kept stopping to tell me about one tree and another.
13 She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.
14 I took the spade away from Mrs. Harling, and while I loosened the earth around the tree, she sat down on the steps and talked about the oriole family that had a nest in its branches.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: II 15 After we sat down to our waffles and sausage, Jake told us how pleased the Shimerdas had been with their presents; even Ambrosch was friendly and went to the creek with him to cut the Christmas tree.
16 Sometimes I went south to visit our German neighbours and to admire their catalpa grove, or to see the big elm tree that grew up out of a deep crack in the earth and had a hawk's nest in its branches.
17 In that singular light every little tree and shock of wheat, every sunflower stalk and clump of snow-on-the-mountain, drew itself up high and pointed; the very clods and furrows in the fields seemed to stand up sharply.
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