The city where I live is made up of old farmhouses and rural houses that are gradually giving way to modern concrete cubes with large windows.
While the color of the stone architraves is gradually lost and the roofs abandon slopes and skylights in favor of more modern solutions, the agricultural vocation remains very evident in the space between the houses, in the public gardens and green areas. around main roads.
With great tenacity, the plants of the vegetable gardens and old orchards are still clearly visible, a cornerstone here, a group of trees there.
For some time now, the municipality has launched an awareness campaign that focuses on the country's history and on food waste. That's why, when you come across a tree with a yellow ribbon, you are free to collect its fruit.
Walnuts, quinces, cherries close to the bus stop, next to the primary school or on the way to the countryside. Old varieties can be recognized in spaces that still retain traces of the original plant. Well-ordered rows, open spaces and fruits that ripen according to a criterion of seasonality that is now almost lost.
It's apple season.