One of those memories is what Sal calls “the blackberry kiss.” “One morning when I awoke very early, I saw my mother walking up the hill to the barn,” (Creech 116). After Sal’s mother walked to the barn she picked a few blackberries from the bush and put them in her mouth. “As she approached the corner of the barn where the sugar maple stands, she plucked a few blackberries from a stray bush and popped them into her mouth,” (Creech 117). She took a few steps to the trunk of the maple and threw her arms around it and kissed it. “I faced that tree squarely and kissed it firmly” (Creech 117). Since then Sal has kissed many different kinds of trees: maples, oaks, birches, and elms. They all had a different flavor all its own. In each tree’s flavor was a hint of
One of those memories is what Sal calls “the blackberry kiss.” “One morning when I awoke very early, I saw my mother walking up the hill to the barn,” (Creech 116). After Sal’s mother walked to the barn she picked a few blackberries from the bush and put them in her mouth. “As she approached the corner of the barn where the sugar maple stands, she plucked a few blackberries from a stray bush and popped them into her mouth,” (Creech 117). She took a few steps to the trunk of the maple and threw her arms around it and kissed it. “I faced that tree squarely and kissed it firmly” (Creech 117). Since then Sal has kissed many different kinds of trees: maples, oaks, birches, and elms. They all had a different flavor all its own. In each tree’s flavor was a hint of