The apple tree outside my window is watered faithfully by handsome Balindo. He manures and digs around it with glee but little does he realize the tree needs no tea. The music he creates for the apples to grow is a symphony of some kind sung out in a row. His watchfulness is amazing and his barks so loud its Balindo's guarding that keeps out the crowd. Handsome Balindo is not his only name the children have fun and he enjoys their games.