It’s the second week of May. The sun is not overbearing and the clouds cast shade to aid the wind’s mild breeze.
Casual trees with leaves indicative of
the rosaceae stand in a row along the busy street that borders my home. No sidewalks exist along this street, just dirt paths impacted into rugged grass. It’s early in the day, and I’m looking for breakfast before I start the day writing, volunteering, and looking for employment. I enter the UNCC campus and come across a petite tree, with a body like a crepe myrtle. I don’t recognize this tree or the species this tree belongs to. My eyes wander to the squirrel sitting in the tree. She’s nibbling on a small magenta pome. I sit on the grassy patch in a small grove, watching her eat. Robins and mockingbirds are also present, but only a male robin comes to the tree and takes a fruit. From what tree could they possibly be eating? I initially think hawthorn, but the leaves have no toothed edges. Continue reading