Every day that the sun shines and the thermometer hits 15 Celsius. .
we go searching for the promises of summertime.
Bulbs that I forgot to plant until a pleasant day in January . .
decided that in spring time. .
they'll bloom regardless of the rules.
We circle the fruit trees. . .
looking for buds ..
. . .and when we find them. .
we touch them as if for the first time ever.
We walk the rows of raspberries ..
and since he can't remember what a fresh raspberry tastes like. .
we talk about picking fresh raspberries and piling them on big bowls of ice cream. . .
and I am rewarded with smiles.