I thought it was a bird’s nest.
We have a tree out front and the seeds it produces are hard little balls attached to the leaf.
I guess officially it’s not our tree – it belongs to the city.
I think this leaf, this seed is fascinating. I try to search it out on the web but get nowhere.
Friends come for dinner and when I suggest to one that I am mystified as to the kind of tree that grows out front, he immediately stands and asks me to point him in the direction of said tree.
I open the front door. He doesn’t even step outside.
“Linden tree,” he says. ”Genus Tilia. Also known as the American Oak.”
Later he and his wife kick our asses at Trivial Pursuit.
Our street as it curves north. The trees all bend slightly eastward. Sort of like they are parting ways for me to pass through.
As the morning dawns rainy, I am reminded of warmer, greener times. I don’t think I realized how lush our neighbourhood can be until I stared at this picture, started to lean slightly to the right myself.