复活节的前一天，天突然就那么好起来了，于是zio和zia说是时候在花园里吃饭了， 就在开满野菊的草地上展开了餐桌。拖着一条腿挪进花园，才知道一个月前郁郁的桃花已然不见，继任的是炫放的杏花和樱桃花，据说再过半个多月，杏子和樱桃就可以任我去摘了吃了，当然是在和鸟儿抢赢的前提下。Thus，谁来帮我？

在花园里吃饭的好处是，可以把吃完的草莓茎蒂直接甩到草地里去不见踪影；然而会突然在手肘边，抑或在手里发现一只蠕虫，吓人不浅

一时饭毕，若在平时，我自不会乖乖待在院里。眼下么，zio说既然上楼不方便，索性就在院子里看他干活好了。所谓干活，就是烧前些天修剪下来的树枝树叶，我便拄着拐杖，立在那杏树和樱桃树之间，远远看他点燃了一支雪茄，然后引了报纸丢进一只金属筒里去，最后把那修剪下来的松树的枝和叶，一束束的丢到燃筒里：起先是枯枝，只是荜荜檗檗响得紧，火舌攀得高，远远的看到枝里有乳白的液流出来；再后来就是大捆的嫩芽嫩枝，这些新鲜的生命和火舌激烈缠绵一阵，扬起了厚重的烟雾，开始只是笔直的快速飞升，忽而吹来的一阵风，这烟雾就裹挟着带松香的水汽，伴着舞在风里的杏花樱桃花瓣，把我们裹在了当中。

树叶的味道，宁静的午后，很久没有仔细的注视一件简单事情发生的全过程了，上一次似乎还是在Aquitane农场干活，看着母牛慢慢吃草便便的时候，突然间幸福美好的感觉传遍了全身的每个神经细胞的末梢。zia说明天的这个时候，camille和tristan就会在花园的树下找巧克力蛋了，而Jesus Christ的钟声也会从罗马回位于各个教堂，突然Iron & Wine的passing afternoon作为背景音乐在心里想了起来，久久挥之不去。。。

Passing Afternoon

There are times that walk from you
Like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn
But the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away
Like our endless numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe
In the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pass
All our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last
And she's chosen where to be
Though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can't recall
Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers
Rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

There are names across the sea
Only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes
And they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone