Chapter 1 January
The tree that spoke to men
There was once … Oh no, I won’t start that way but rather…
Me, Chatterbox, I want to tell you a story :
“In the garden of Mademoiselle Loison, my neighbor, a retired French teacher for a few years, a bit spacey I find, I met her apricot tree who told me :
– Brrr how cold, quickly the rising sap to give me a little boost of energy !
– Who’s talking ?
– Well, me obviously !
– You who ?
– Me, “the talking tree” but only to those who can hear, your neighbor !
My name is Prunus Armeniaca, apricot tree for simplicity. And you who talk all the time, have you never noticed me? However, in summer you do not deprive yourself of gorging on my Little Ones.
To be continued…