Another story to do with Nuts

Gav was walking past rows and rows of trees, slowly admiring the each and everyone of them. Gav had been to the grove many times. When the nut trees were flowering, when they were bearing nuts, and when they were bare. Each time he walked through the grove it gave him a different feeling.

This season had been a surprisingly cold winter. Gav could almost see the trees shivering, although he knew it was the just strong North wind blowing. He inspected the bark of the younger almond trees. They had hardly seen many years in their lifetime, but they bore the marks of the harshness they had to suffer in their younger days. The village had gone through some tough times, and the trees bore witness to that.

Not many people knew, but the almond is from the rose family. It also is a close relation of the peach. No one ever believed him when he took his dusty botanical tome of the shelf and showed them, they would say, "It's a nut, Gavin, how can it be a rose? Or peach? Silly Gavin, silly."

Gav was always partial to those almond nuts. He remembered the golden times, where she used to sit with him in the middle of the grove and talk about everything under sun. Those times though past, still evoked a warm feeling in Gav. Despite the cold, Gav felt warm amongst the trees.

"Just like a grove full of roses..."