Hedge Apple, Osage Orange, maclura pomifera, they all name the same thing that sat smack in the middle of the prairie grass trail. No other's of its kind in sight. None in the hedgerow trees to the right, none other on the trail, none that could be seen in the prairie grass field on the left.
I have a Hedge Apple tree in my back yard. Right now, I can count about thirty of these greenish, knobby-surfaced balls that have dropped from drooping limbs under our tree.
In deep winter, when the snow has blanketed every surface, I often see evidence of the squirrels, still working to stay alive. They dig out the remains of these hedge apples and tear them completely apart, leaving piles of dug snow and shredded Hedge Apples looking like bomb craters. There must be something at the core of these that provides some sustenance.
A sure sign that winter is approaching. Why just one, will remain a mystery.
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