Called “tree of life” in the Fertile Crescent, Date Palms sailed by schooner to California in the late 19th century.
The transplanted trees range in groves along the US/Mexico border. In even grids, they rise, elegant and hazardous. The occasional tree lists from symmetry; the ladders, beyond human reach, might be relics from a foregone era. But this is an active harvest.
Fed from the flooded desert floor and harvested by invisible hands, the palms float, a mirage of grafted paradise.