For more than a month I go to Vincigliata not, but yesterday the weather was so bright and warm that I could not resist the lure of the hills and I dragged with me Valentina, who was enchanted by beauty of the landscape. The forest smells of moss and wild, the clearing of trees, which I had last seen her covered with white snow, is covered with a cloak of bright green grass, the color that announces the spring, we lie in the sun Silence only hear the chirping of birds and the distant tolling of bells. Taking the road stopping time to time to enjoy peace, enjoying the first daisies peeking down the path. Further we arrive at the abandoned chapel in the meadow among the olive trees, the hedge of rosemary is filling up with tiny blue flowers, the fragrance is very intense and wonderful breathe leaving kiss from the sun is so hot that you are fine without jacket.
the lawn sprouting buds of yellow buttercups, are still closed, waiting to open a few more days of sunshine and pay their pollen to the bees already flying on the hedge of rosemary. When I see bees I can think of Gibran's verses from "The Prophet":
"the pleasure of the bee is to collect honey from the flower, and also the pleasure of the flower is to give up her honey to the bee. Since the flower to the bee is the source of life, for the flower bee is a messenger of love, and to both, bee and flower, the giving and receiving pleasure is a need and an ecstasy ... Be in your pleasures as bees and flowers. "
I like the idea of \u200b\u200bthe bee as a messenger of love and tomorrow is a day dedicated to lovers of the earth, but I wish he had lived with feeling and emotion, not as a commercial moment with gifts of silk cushions shaped red heart, perfumes, chocolates and scarlet roses. Perhaps the bees and flowers can make us understand how live with passion, joy, pleasure, sharing ... a love relationship, here's a little story that I dedicate to lovers.
last spring in the forest of wild Vincigliata watched a bee on a flower pink with lots of pollen and pistils incantai me to see what the bee was focused on that flower. With deviated legs gently and then sucked the pistils happy, enjoying a moment flapping wings of pollen received and then came back with its feet on another pistil of the same flower, sucking again, then went to another pistil, and so on for many times. I love to observe nature, without haste, you will learn many things, nature is the teacher of life, particularly because it was quell'ape the flower had been so long, when I left she was still on the flower ... faithful to that flower.
I came to think that love is like an ape man and woman is the flower, the pistils were the years of love to last forever to be fed, the pair is especially important that the woman commitments to keep alive the relationship because men are lazy in this, it must prevent you run out of love for pollen hold on his bee, and in turn the bee should not flit from flower to flower, but remain faithful your flower ...
you got the message my dear love, love certainly is not all rosy, and often we suffer of evidence, but he is right Gibran, the important thing is to love and embrace strongly the feeling that binds us to the beloved: "When love is calling you follow it, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you surrender to it, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound and when it speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. "
Spring is coming, in our inner garden prune the broken branches from the north wind, sweeping the fallen leaves, plant flowers in the sun and smile that brings fresh air, all sprout, flourish again and the bloom of new love ...
