The Secret Orchard

Trumbull has been hiding some secrets from me. For instance: up the crooked staircase...

Across the tree roots...

Past the old red buildings...

Through the foreboding fairy-tale gate...

There is an orchard.

Little trees in rows, little trees tilted crazily to one side, little trees bent and twisted along a quiet path.

A municipal orchard.

So much nicer than the mall.