There were sunflowers big as flowers on Mars and thick cockscombs bleeding the deep
red fringe of theater curtains. There were dizzy bees and bow-tied fruit flies turning
somersaults and humming the air. Sweet sweet peach trees. Thorn roses and thistle
and pears. Weeds like so many squinty-eyed stars and brush that made your ankles
itch until you washed with soap and water. There were big green apples hard as knees.
And everywhere the sleepy smell of rotting wood, damp earth and dusty hollyhocks
thick and perfumy like the blue-blond hair of the dead. -Sandra Cisneros, The House on
Mango Street
1. What is the mood of the passage?
Use text evidence to prove your answer.