It was one of those Spring days that makes you think that Summer is already here. The sun shone in the clear blue sky. Clarissa said, “Let’s take a picnic up to the old apple tree at top of the hill”.
We unfolded the picnic cloth and lay under the tree. “Look at the blossom, isn’t it pretty?” said Clarissa, tucking into a carrot. “If we wait long enough, the blossom will turn into flowers and the flowers will turn into apples.”
“Don’t be a silly rabbit, that’s not snow — It’s all the blossom from the tree!” The wind had blown down all the petals, and the entire hill had turned white and pink. “Come on, it’s time to go home; we’ll be late for dinner.”
“Well, it looks like snow. Do you think it works like snow?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to be late for dinner. Jump into the picnic basket!”