After breakfast filling the cart with goodies, books, crayons, water,<\/p>\n
and anything else that seem really important to take<\/p>\n
I would walk off<\/p>\n
turning around the first barn then the next into the big garden at the back of the house,<\/p>\n
there now I can see my trusted friend the big apple tree,<\/p>\n
generous in summer with a huge canopy to hide the sun and cool us down,<\/p>\n
and in autumn bows cracking under the weight of the apples.<\/p>\n
I didn’t like them much they were too sour for me,<\/p>\n
I couldn’t wait to get there,<\/p>\n
my little paradise,<\/p>\n
often the cart was way too heavy<\/p>\n
but stubbornly I managed,<\/p>\n
I had added an extra blanket in case of a sudden breeze coming up<\/p>\n
and a chair for visitors too ancient to sit beside me on the blanket.<\/p>\n
Glasses, plates, and sometimes I had to run back once or twice because I had forgotten some really important element to make my day even more perfect<\/p>\n
as I grew older I keep taking the radio from the kitchen too and nobody was too pleased with me about that,<\/p>\n
Then lunchtime came and I let myself be tempted by the parental call<\/p>\n
and then came back for a siesta.<\/p>\n
But while I was gone some dog or cat or both had sneaked in and was sleeping on my blanket,<\/p>\n
and I would just lay down next to them and close my eyes<\/p>\n
and just rest and enjoy the peace<\/p>\n
till we were interrupted by the first visitor of the afternoon,<\/p>\n
bearing gifts as a toll<\/p>\n
to enable them to share with me that moment safe out of the sun’s heat<\/p>\n
on a summer afternoon under the apple tree<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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