It was the start of summer. The red berries she had adored from childhood shone in the sunlight. Like the most sophisticated delicacies, they immediately gave him, as every year, the irresistible desire to taste them. The bucket left under the tree was quickly filled. She took off her little yellow dress with thin straps and settled herself a few feet away on the garden chair draped in a cotton cover. And under my gaze, she began to savor her picking with delight. The cherry season was definitely here.