The role Nature plays in inspiring us

I must have been 7 or 8, or even younger, or both. My grandmother and I used to go and walk through orchards together, picking up fruits that had been left there either because they were “not the right size” or “unperfect because of a little damage”. I felt safe, I felt wise and I felt happy. Never again in my life have I been so spontaneously happy, because it’s when you don’t realise it that you’re happy the most. It wasn’t our orchard, but the neighbours’ and they gave us permission to walk in there. This is also why I appreciate orchards, they represent food for my mind, literally: when I was 4, a terrible snow storm had wiped out all the chances of me growing up with a field full of trees as most (if not all) of the grapevines we owned had died. Instead, I grew up dreaming my own empty field would be as wonderful as the others: they had fruits, fruits that I’d eat, fruits that I would go hunt with my grandma, instead of being a desolate land.
This is the main reason why I am in pain everytime an orchard is being cut down. I understand the reasons behind it, maybe those trees do not produce as many fruits as they used to, or maybe their owner has to make space for different cultivated crops.

Maybe I’m too sensitive on the matter, but I every time I see this happening my dreams bleed. My love for nature is this deep. I cannot help it, I have been raised in the countryside and I’m in love with this environment. This is one of the main reasons why this blog takes its name after a centennial giant oak that lives not too far away from here. It stands there in its wisdom, and it’s the symbol of my dreams. And it should be yours too.

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