Apple, Gordon

Apple, White Winter Pearmain

Apricot, Gold Kist

Aprium, Cot-N-Candy

Avocado, Holiday

Avocado, Reed

Blackberry, Arapaho

Blueberry, O'Neill

Blueberry, Sunshine Blue

California Huckleberry

Cherry, Holly Leaf (CA native)

Cherry, Minnie Royal

Cherry, Royal Lee

Cherry Of The Rio Grande

Citrus, Grapefruit, Rio Red

Citrus, Kumquat, Seedless

Citrus, Lemon, Eureka

Citrus, Lime, Bearss

Citrus, Lime, Kaffir

Citrus, Mandarin, Frost Owari Satsuma

Citrus, Mandarin, Gold Nugget

Citrus, Orange, MidKnight

Citrus, Orange, Sanguinelli

Citrus, Orange, Washington

Fig, Janice-Kadota Seedless

Fig, Panache

Fig, Violette de Bordeaux

Grape, Black Manukka

Grape, Gold Manukka

Grape, Southern Home

Green Sapote

Jaboticaba

Java Plum

Jujube, Li

Kei Apple

Konkerberry

Loquat, Big Jim

Mango, Valencia Pride

Mulberry, Persian, Black

Musa, Brazilian

Musa, Mysore

Musa, Namwah

Musa, Pisang Ceylon

Naranjilla

Nectaplum, Spice Zee

Nectarine, Snow Queen

Passion Fruit, Frederick

Peach, Mid Pride

Persimmon, Izu

Pineapple Guava, Nazmetz

Pitaya, American Beauty

Plum, Beauty

Plumcot, Flavor Grenade

Pomegranate, DPUN 0139 (Myagkosemyannyi Rosovyi)

Raspberry, Bababerry

Shisandra Vine, Eastern Prince

Strawberry, White Alpine

Surinam Cherry

White Sapote, Sue Bell

I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land
Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds 'cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn

I quit the plant in '57
Had some time for farmin' then
Banks back then was lending money
The banker was the farmer's friend
And I've seen the dog days and dusty days
Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
I've held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground under my feet
Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War it's been hard to make ends meet
But I always put the clothes on our backs,
But I always get the shoes on our feet

My grandson, he comes home from college
He says, "We get the government we deserve"
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, "That little punk, he never had to serve"
And I sit here in the shadow of suburbia and look out across these empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels

The big boys, they all got computers, got incorporated too
Me, I just know how to raise things
That was all I ever knew
Now, it all comes down to numbers
Now, I'm glad that I have quit
Folks these days just don't do nothin'
Simply for the love of it

I went into town on the Fourth of July
Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack
Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two steps back
And I saw a sign on Easy Street, said "Be Prepared to Stop"
Pray for the independent, little man
I don't see next year's crop
And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
And I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance but the showers never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blow
I sit here and rub my hands
I sit here and listen to the clock strike, and I wonder if I'll see my companion again