I love to work on windy, sunny days

In the sun-parched grass by the old villa, a tiny boy, who had just learned to walk, toddled about merrily. He kept peeking into a picnic basket with dishes, hoping to wolf down a piece of strudel left over from the afternoon snack. His sister was running around, chasing a huge white dog. With every sharp turn, the dog left behind a fluffy tuft of hair. These memories of their wild play then spread over the garden, continuing their existence…