At the heart of our courtyard modular kitchen stands an old sycamore, large and imposing, though hu

At the heart of our courtyard modular kitchen stands an old sycamore, large and imposing, though humble, like any tree, in its submission to the regular cycle of the seasons, and the inevitable changes that will suffer. By the time of spring, everything starts under the infallible baton of Nature, with the emergence of shoots tiny, fragile and soft, prior to the onset of a pink flowers, whose intense perfume invades the space and walk through the doors and windows. Later, with the approach of summer, the branches are allowed modular kitchen to dress with a lacy green mantle, offering us a generous, fresh and welcome shade, reducing modular kitchen the relentless modular kitchen heat that falls on the house and the garden. However, heavy formed clusters of bright modular kitchen green berries, once completed the summer modular kitchen end naturally by yellowing going to join the carpet already withered leaves and colorless, the gray afternoon and Winter suction cups. This tree, whose existence we are used to and which occupies the center of the courtyard, is a reference that attracts our attention and brings in under its canopy, around a table, for an intimate conversation, a shared silence, a refreshing cup or a moment of reading and solitary reflection, interrupted only by stealth of a cat climb the branches in search of a nest. The sycamore is also home to birds, seeking refuge from its branches. That's where the new born sparrows every spring. It is there that thin necks and training in young daring of its initiation flights, and is still there, many of them end up succumbing to a sudden and premature death, owing to the sharp claws of cats in fatal distraction moments. There is a young man in this house, which had the privilege modular kitchen of growing modular kitchen up in the shadow of this tree. Only a few months old, was under their branches sleeping the siesta, surrounded by calm afternoon light and the sweet mixture of camp aromas. It was around the round murete, surrounding the site where stands the tree, which tested the first steps - well supported, to acquire the security that allowed him to pounce on other adventures. It was next to his torso discovered that snails and the first crawling insects, which followed with curious eyes and a spiky finger, exclaiming: "Man, beast, beast" - a cry, full of enthusiasm, comparable only to the scientist, when it reaches the end of a long successful research. It was in this wall that played for hours, aligning the small pots where cooked modular kitchen curious leaves mistelas, land and water. modular kitchen It was there that played with dolls, who was wearing and combing, busily, or where organized the mysterious life of plastic Pinipons in its Lilliputian houses, adapted to the size of your fingers. modular kitchen Grew in the shadow of the sycamore branches and was one of those branches modular kitchen that a grandparent, rituals of the connoisseur of a childhood spent in the open, hung a swing. A simple swing, made with two firm ropes and a board. None of those fancy swings, shaped seat with back. That yes, it was a swing of the ancients, where you have to learn how to make balance and not fall back - nothing to make life easier. And so there began their flights, first with help, then alone - so, balalão, dog head - higher and higher, - so balalão, cat ears - farther and farther away - so balalão have no heart - with tiptoes to reach the leaves. Were flying hours, hours of sleep and release in going beyond the horizon of his usual space. Sitting on the swing, surpassed the summit of the hills, it was thought, perhaps, to live beyond the limits to which he was confined, peering more appetizing side of life. But the years passed and gone, of course went on his way. The path of those who grew up healthy, free and independent. The path of those who build their own future, with work and effort, but also with enthusiasm modular kitchen and confidence. A future in the tested part in swinging a modest swing, without support where you need to maintain balance and not lose the momentum. Your swing is still here, in the same place. The strings are the same as the grandfather put there, only the board was replaced - but throughout life also we change. However, the essence remains. modular kitchen Now twenty modular kitchen years and we are sure that whenever returns to the house where he grew up, is not indifferently looking for that patio tree, or is indifferent to that swing so symbolic. Those who visit us, also does not stand to sit in the swing and, for adults, it is clear the brightness that comes to them in the eye when you rock forward and back, a nostalgic cadence, bringing to them a childhood populated by leafy trees, endless jokes, small / large adventures, a time of flight tested where dreams and learn to grow. A.Braga
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