The Spanish House

The Spanish House

Warm springs heralded in bumbling bees, and the scent of jasmine blossoms perfumed our summers. Stately white Calla lilies stood tall next to the wooden front door, and an orange tree drooped with sunset-colored fruit. My brother and I climbed the sturdy limbs of the avocado tree, and it was under it that we camped one night until a water beetle scuttled across my lips and sent me screaming for safety inside the Spanish house.

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