the garden

I close my eyes: hot southern summer. I'm in the granny's garden. There're so many trees it's hard for the sunlights to get through the leaves to the ground. Refreshing coolness during 45-degree-heat. I can see bright spots here and there in the dense greenery of trees - apricot, lemon, plum, cherry spots. I'm coming slowly to the one of the trees and looking up. Shielding my eyes with one hand from the breaking sunrays, with the other hand I'm reaching for one of the fruits.

I have to stand on tiptoe. I could  seize the fruit with some leaves before I lost my balance.  Not even try to fix my fall I'm lying on the ground in the grass. I'm watching the blue sky pieces, embraced by the sun, among the crowns of trees. I'm eating the plucked fruit, not wiping the juice flowing down my cheeks to the ground. I close my eyes.