Memories of a winter that has perhaps never passed.

Memories of a winter that has perhaps never passed.

(Nature reigns, even if with difficulty)

This winter, it has been a long winter. Definitely the loneliest of my 57 winters.

The darkest, for many of us. Covid19 has changed the flow of time, it has changed our behaviors, and to me, as to many, let's face it, it has stolen and is still stealing a bit of life.

The first lock down was a test. In March 2020, spring was approaching, the days were getting longer and hope was intrinsic in the singing of birds, in good weather, in the clarity of the sky ... those who sang on the balcony, those who gave food as a gift to the poorest ...

Everything seemed to be easily surmountable or in any case tackable. Then again, the uncertainty, the dancing colors, the infinite rules, the closures, the variants, the vaccine yes, the vaccine no ... 1 dose, 2 doses perhaps, the cure, only the old, but also the young, only the frail, but also the healthy ... and the people at home and the children at home, the people without work and without money, the infamous, useless, disconnected aids and the inevitable imponderability of the virus, perfectly unscathed, completely immune, to our state of things.

Man yields to the fear of death, to the inevitability of chance ... for those who do not believe that it is a simple mask that gives us the miserable possibility of not getting sick ...

But nature, no ... she knows how to go on, unharmed by human dilemmas, by unsolved tedi, from our abysmal defeats.

We have not behaved well, we have betrayed our world and now we trudge, aware and inane, aware of the no return, but absolutely deaf and blind, aimed only at overcoming, once again, in a superficial way the problem, albeit lethal, of a global epidemic, which is not the first, but not the last that will overwhelm our lives.

But nature, no ... she knows how to take advantage of our lock downs, our closures, our barriers.

She knows how to take back her spaces, freed from our intrusions, from our omnipresent prevarication, on the territory, on the lands, in the skies, in the seas ...

In the woods the animals finally spread (for some the unwanted beasts), they repopulate, in the meadows, among the grasses and the ravines, teeming again, all, without exception, animals and insects, snakes and mice, voracious and insidious, ready not to give in ... (without fighting)

And so, among the unwelcome, here comes him, the undisputed king of the spots, the relentless boar ...

“Grufa”, eradicates, hungry and insatiable, prolific and tough being, irreducible, ungovernable,

uncontainable.

Also, the most graceful fallow deer and roe deer, and even if less visible, foxes and badgers, similarly harmful, but much more welcome, run around left and right, antagonists of cows, horses, sheep and any other species trained by man.

Little hunting this year, (without causing controversy ...). The fact is that natural predators, these creatures dont’have it. The notorious wolf, the packs of distorted and rinselvatichiti dogs, are not so ravenous as to damage these species ... So the farmers, the breeders, rant, helpless, their iniquity.

But it is good to remember that there is no just measure in this world.

Let's find out quickly, our priorities ... before the ... late, arrives.