07 aprile 2017

I will never forget the Easter spent at my grandmother's house. When the colored eggs were hidden in the grass, along with sweets and small gifts. We came in his house with snow, and after a few days of sunshine all flourished beautifully. Trees and lawns. A real explosion. It was very hot. I learned how special the apple blossoms are. She had cooked her little baskets of pastry, and filled them with her famous chocolate cream. The event of that Easter was when my grandmother decided to give us...