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.