It was on a nice, warm day when I saw her for the first time on my balcony.She was working hard, to fit the blossoms on my tiny apple tree.'Hello..!' I said careful, because I didn't want to scare her.She looked at me, her lovely face shone by the sun.'Hi..', she answered and smiled at me.'You're doing a nice work on my apple tree.''O, I love to do this.''What is your name?' I asked, eager to know more about her.'It's Kiwi.''Nice name,' I smiled. 'Do you come back later, when you are finished? Maybe we can talk more.''Maybe,' she agreed.And suddenly, when I blinked, she was gone.I heared a faint, joyous whisper in the early summer breeze: 'See you later.'