Not even the beautiful landscape that we had before us took away all the fatigue we felt due to the ground conditions. But those who love the earth, love it and get tired with pleasure.
Cold, it was too much cold on that winter day. The land was down there, in a nearly dark valley. If the sun shines there, it shines for a short time, since the grass was still covered with ice up to darken. Cold, terraced terrain, slippery grass, old vines without being prunned for years caused hidden pitfalls in the middle of the herbs. The sky was already announcing the change of the coming weather, maybe some rain to soften the air and abate the cold, brrrr!
The first phase of work, which had began a few weeks sooner, consisted of cutting some olive trees brunches. As a result of this work we would have more wood for the fireplace for longer or even to sell.
Some call us crazy. Some regret the fact that we hurt our bodies in harsh conditions for as little advantage. But from our point of view, the scenery, the fresh air, the impregnated lungs from cold air puffs, the bodies warmed by the work, the muscles pulled by the force of the chain saw, the pile of wood to burn, the controlled burning to leave everything clean, the laughter at the expense of slips and persecution of rebel trunks allowed us to arrive home tired but happy. Because in consciousness, this is the life we chose, this is the life that satisfies us, this is the life that allows us to be in tune with nature and thank God for it and for life itself.
Some call us crazy but we just responded to our inner calling!
And it was so good to wake up on the next day with a sore body but full of warmth, because the sky was right and it woke up raining. It felt so good to have a leisurely Sunday to seek for other inspirations in life, a life that runs slow and unhurried at the fireplace, with our attention awake to the next step to take.
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