A cool breeze passed my shoulder. In the instant, it felt chilly. The neighborhood was silent and it felt so very empty. Usually on a Saturday afternoon there would be kids playing outside. The sun was glistening on the trees. Winds blowing once every three to five minutes. Trees and plants will shiver as the wind hits them. Leaves would flip in all directions showing the faded bottoms of the leaves.
The glimpse of sunlight hit my eyes. I looked away. In the center was the peach tree fluttering. A memory of my childhood came sifting through-my cousin, brothers, and I would always go play around the peach trees in my grandma's backyard. We would use long bamboo sticks to jab the peaches from the trees. Other times we would around and use them as weapons to attack each other. The branches are thin and rough with bumps and leaves flipping as the breeze of cold air passed by. The leaves are three times longer than wide and broadest below the middle. There were many peaches from greenish yellow to wine red. The peaches were
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I could faintly hear the crashing of the leaves. They are everywhere; flying in the air and all over the cement ground. The leaves were dry and crisp. Brownish orange leaves all pile up on the side of the chain link fence. That selfish tree just never seem to stop shedding leaves. Blob of syrups from the selfish tree would drool and drop on our car. Since the tree is next to our parking space, our van was always covered in wax textured syrups. The top of our van looks like seagulls or birds has been popping on it. The syrups on the tree are light yellow and crystal like when they're not dry. They were flowing down the tree and seem to be coming from the tree branch that broke. It felt sticky and has an strong pine smell to it. By the selfish tree was a bee hole. Once in a while I can see bees flying in and out of it. The bees are yellow with black and white strip. I believe they are yellow jackets
In the story “Peaches”, Reginald McKnight introduces his main characters, one being Marcus. Marcus is a good guy, but he is described in different ways, due to his confidence and insecurity. Throughout the work, author Reginald McKnight takes great care to illustrate situations and describe feelings and personalities that many men experience. This way, even though Marcus is having trouble controlling himself around other people and arrogant at times, he still tries to be a better person for Rita and for himself. He does this by going out of the country to experience other cultures and enhance his morals. On one level Marcus demonstrates that he is incredibly confident, on the other level he shows signs of being insecure, manipulative, unstable and incapable of achieving change.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. ( This description of the scenery is very happy, usually not how one sees the world after hearing devastating news of her husbands death.)
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
Once upon a time, there was a tree who lived in a beautiful, beautiful forest and his named was “flowers”. Also known as “bloom” tree. Everyday flowers was alone but one day a little girl came and she said hi and second she said hi flowers said hello the little girl a flower got to know each other but year past by really fast and the little was not so little anymore and the big made real friend so she didn’t have a lot of home to visit flower. So since the big girl does not come anymore flowers started to feel sad and the big girl doesn’t come the more flower loses his happiness and without happiness a bloom tree there is no bloom tree at all. After one year the big girl have not come visit and all the happiness is out of flower and since
Two forlorn leaves cling to the highest branch of a great oak as winter approaches. Nearly all of the others have fallen, and the second leaf wonders if “we know anything about ourselves when we're down there” (Salten 105). Both know that their time on the branch grows short. The first comforts its friend with recollections of warm summer breezes and the promise that many leaves will come after them, and then, still more. The first leaf is troubled itself now, and gently tells her friend to say no more for a while. After several hours of silence, a cold wind gusts, and the second leaf is torn from the branch, just as she began to speak, leaving the first alone in the cold and dark, with no one to comfort or be comforted by (Salten 105-110).
Under the pear tree on that spring afternoon, Janie sees sensuality wherever she looks. "The first tiny bloom had opened. It had called her to come and gaze on a mystery. From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom. It stirred her tremendously" (10). Gazing across the garden...
For most people the fruit of the peach is a symbol for southern United States, more specifically Atlanta, Georgia. However, in the story “Gaston” by William Saroyan the peach symbolizes many things including home, love, and loss. In the story, a middle classed man takes his biological yet distant daughter out to get peaches
Southern trees bear a strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood at the rootBlack bodies swingin' in the Southern breezeStrange fruit hangin' from the poplar treesPastoral scene of the gallant SouthThe bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouthScent of magnolias sweet and freshThen the sudden smell of burnin' fleshHere is a fruit for the crows to pluckFor the rain to gather, for the wind to suckFor the sun to rot, for the tree to dropHere is a strange and bitter crop
You’re walking down a beautiful southern country road on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The cool breeze lightly kisses your skin as it combats the heat from the blazing sun. You happen upon a tree that seems to be a perfect spot for an afternoon nap, or for a young couple to carve their initials into to mark their love forever. This tree has an enormous amount of positive potential, but instead of seeing these wondrously human sites you see an example of the darkest side of humanity. Green leaves now drip red with the life once held inside the dark skinned carcass which now hangs stretched and pale from a rope. You find yourself horrified that the breeze you were so thankful for moments ago is the only animus left to move him to and fro.
During the tree days I ate nothing it made me cut my wrist and drank my blood I don’t know too much about what it did but I do know this much: on the first night it got bored the blood gushing out of my forearms weren’t enough to entertain it. It walked outside; I knew where it was going Eat Woods. East Woods was usually the place killers would hunt, sometimes a teen or young adult would go there to muck around. The ghostly howls, dark path and dead nature could be seen for miles. There was no green leaf to be found, animal bones and rats were
The setting takes place when people own a large amount of land. It is when the average family consisted of many children, and the children helped the family out. The boys usually tended the land with their father, and the girls were taught to wash clothes and to clean and cook. The setting consists of the same things as did the families of the frontier times.
Peach tree has a narrow lanced-shaped, initially folded lengthways. The flowers of this fruit is deep pale pink, occationally white. They appear just before the leaves, on short stalks. In peach trees their own, in almost trees they are in pears.
The scientific name of peach is Prunus persica, it belongs to the family Rosaceae(Bassi and Monet 2008:5). Peach has straight and smooth trunk with somewhat reddish to greenish bark in its first year of growth with later becoming dark grey silver (Bassi and Monet 2008:5).This would be a small tree but can reach 8m if not pruned ,the leaves are lanceolate but the size will depend on tree vi...
The tree is very much like a queen, wearing its dress of leaves. I would not reach out and touch it—because it would be rude. At the shoulders of the tree—the branches fork off into three directions. The thick branches hold up more green leaves—the delicate kind—shaping the head of the tree like a mushroom. The tree resembles a green Queen Amadalia—young and bright. When I looked up at her, you see the sunlight reflect off her hair—the leaves—creating a peaceful glow. It blurs everything, however, and I had to stop looking. The wind does blow the leaves, but it is so lightly that you can barely tell. The fountain near by spurts out water in this direction.
It was late summer. The weather was gradually changing to autumn, which was noticeably seen on the leaves that were starting to turn orange. The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot or too cold outside. In fact, it was actually soothing; the cold wind blowing, paired with the warm sun shining above.