Fruit of an emotion

It was an afternoon in May and, by chance, I was in the Grana Valley, I hadn’t been there before. It was a surprise! I was sitting on the meadow while gazing at the beautiful mountains, a blue sky. I was enjoying the warm sun of that spring day, listening to the swish of a brook. I was there with Lizzy, my dog, who was busy sniffing that pleasing, brisk light breeze.

I realised that the valley was still...