“We come to the chestnut trees”, we said.
“Ai Castagni” had become the name of a place.

It was the destination for autumn walks.

Now the trees are almost all withered.

Chestnuts make beautiful flowers, elongated on the branch, white, impalpable.

A few years ago I managed to catch a bumblebee’s work on their flowers.

He kept working without paying attention to me.

Will I be able to see the bees on the chestnut flowers at Giglio island again?

Marcella Ansaldo © 2022