Laying on a blanket in the sunshine. I hear, feel the wind, watch the leaves shiver and shake. Mateusz is stretched out on the blanket. A coat hanger and a stick in his hand. He is fishing, At least in his mind he is. Sebastian is sitting upright, or crawling or trying to take a bite out of an apple. And I am watching with great delight the interplay between them. The boys, Oh these boys fill my life.