2010
Along the winding way to Sacha's BMX track, which weaves through olive orchards, vineyards and goat farms. The road is narrow with spectacular views. Views I barely notice because the twisty snake of a road is similar to Stelvio pass minus the crazy motorcyclists.
Yet the other day, let's just say the one millionth time as we climbed the mountain pass, a sparkle, a flicker of light caught my eye…
I looked back trying to detect the sparkle, "What was that?" I asked Sacha who was listening to the Black Eyed Peas on his I-Pod. I could tell by the nod of his head that he was grooving to Boom Boom Pow which didn't seem to have the same beat as my question.
So I slammed on the brakes, nearly driving the car into the ditch.
"Mom!" shouted Sacha.
"Boom Boom Pow, do you like my swagger?" I said, though Sacha didn't catch my tease. "I saw something sparkle, that I want to investigate."
"Can't you do that on the way back, I don't want to be late." He sighed.
Obediently I drove on, he was right, on the way back I could check out that sparkle that caught my eye.
Fly catchers in olive trees. One old glass fly catcher per tree.
I wanted to be an olive tree!
I had to slap my hand's desire to pluck off those fly catchers and take them home with me.
"Diamonds!" I hollered.
"Mom really, aren't you exaggerating a bit?" replied Sacha who thinks I am nuts most of the time, "Besides they're dirty!"
"Diamonds!" I shouted back listening to the Boom Boom Pow of my own heart.
Fly catchers in olive trees nearby my home.
Diamonds.
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