an apple tree - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The apple tree of autumn was like the holly of winter, red glossy skins amid the green and brown, only better. The apples Tom could eat, hear the crunch as the sweetness spread over his tongue in a contemplative mood. He could pull the fruit from his lips, eyes catching on the white flesh, watching how the red seeped in to make a pink band beneath.
The grass had become dull, the apple tree naked aside from the frost that lay on the skinny branches. Jenny stood for a moment, taking in the sight, her mind super imposing how it looked in the fall over the top. It was still pretty in a way, but in September it would be beautiful, full of life.
How things have changed in just a few short weeks. Take the apple tree for instance, a couple of weeks back it was a wiry tangle of last seasons growth, a mess of unruly twigs and over-long branches. Teddy went out there to prune it and at first I thought the trim was a bit severe but the new spring growth will have a strong base now. Even from the smudged window I can see that the previously naked branches are dotted with buds. In the watery light of morning they are an ethereal silvery blue that appears fluffy. Other than the paler brown of the snipped ends they are the only colour contrast against the wood that is a deeper brown tinged with the green of some pioneering flora.
The blooms on the avenue are already out to herald springtime, but my garden is more shaded - my tree only has a time-share of sunlight competing against the shadows of the houses around it. I'm not concerned though, it will bloom and apples will grow, just a little later than the others...
The dampness of winter had brought mildew to the apple tree, decorating the trunk. To the artistic eye it could be pretty, beautiful even, but to the gardener it never is. So even as Sebastian crouched to look at it in the early morning light, Pablo was already marching toward the garage for copper spray.
The apple tree was stout to the shaggy grass, kept short so that Mrs May could reach her fruit. Aside from the lichen on the north side it was in good health, leaves quickly passing from nascent green to the dark hue of summertime. For its size the harvest was good and each fall saw her baking pies from her crop, the aroma bringing her friends in from the street as they passed on the way to the market.
As the apples swelled the branches of the apple tree sagged to the ground of the front yard. The older tree next door was holding up better, the branches still carrying their harvest well. Cassidy ventured out to pick a few, they'd be tart, but in a pie with sugar who'd care? With a twist she removed the largest and carried them in her arms, her mind already turning to a trip to the store for vanilla ice-cream.
The apple tree was to be the jewel of the garden. The way Tom planned it we would be drinking in the aromas of the late summer blooms, soothed by the waterfall between the two ponds and sinking our teeth into the delicate skin of home grown organic apples. After a busy winter and spring in the warehouse, sorting inventory before the big boss's audit, the neglected tree was in no state to be the jewel of anything. The bark had a sort of creeping mildew and the leaves were curled in an unhealthy way. It bore apples of sort, some even with a pink blush, but they all bore deep brown spots. Tom frowned, the television show had made all this look so simple, he's spend a few grand and have a garden oasis for summer. He cast his eyes to the fish pond...
There it stood towering above in the middle of the orchard,a beautiful apple tree with emerald green leaves glimmering due to the pristine dew settled on the fresh leaves.Luscious,red apples dangled in the branches waiting to be savoured. The aroma of the delicious apples wafted through the air, squirrels scampered around the foot of the tree. It was a wonderful sight, very close to nature.