The only human wealth, is the time , reflected last week. Everything else can accumulate, the time no, it spends only until it runs out. From this cheerful condition, what is more luxurious than a day suddenly free to devote to themselves? Looking through the guides of the city in search of a museum I run into an unexplored area for me that I try again with the time unusually Long hours and a vague promise of solitude. I, in my ignorance that I find every day deeper into this jewel in the center of Florence and I had never been so who knows, maybe in the spring will be an impassable chasm overrun with tourists and school groups, but to see it this way, the beginning of this spring with daisies that shy face in the middle of that spagliolìo of plants of all kinds, to me it seemed an oasis of peace and silence, beyond time and space of the city, as if nature had imposed on the plant rhythms to the environment that accommodates up to influence the unsuspecting visitor, between a walk and another, is to unravel the thread of the day among the bushes, forgetful of everything but himself and what he sees, smells and touches. Wandering among the trees I thought of engaging in slow and mundane, looking at some exotic plants such as me think that really seem to be designed with a Japanese trait, Eastern European plants and instead will immediately recognize the familiar design. That is nonsense, because I realize after a while, it appears the opposite is the art which is inspired by nature and therefore treatment of Japanese design is derived from plant forms and nature of those places. Back n el garden the first thing I notice are the yellow flowers of the dogwood that stand out against the blue sky, and I promise to sample fruit wherever they can find them somewhere.
Yes, because in wandering among the flower beds, I realize all of a sudden happened to be in an area where we grow the variety of edible herbs in Tuscany. A hundred, maybe more. Almost all you can eat salad, and the shocking thing is that I know of no more than five, I usually use a couple. So tempted to get a nibble, a bowl full of food and down, a pinch of one, one of the other, a little oil bono and so, to taste, a taste unjustly forgotten, disappeared from the kitchen, from memory, the culture of a world brutalized, tame the taste of the five varieties of salad serving major retailers. I find even in the greenhouse of citrus lemon citron of Florence, beautiful, proud and lumpy, which I totally ignored the existence and now I have to get me in one way or another, at least to know its flavor. Battens in thousands of plants from warmer regions of the planet, not to mention them all, but with the iPhone I can take a plant with beautiful leaves and a tiny seedling leaves covered with thick hair purple, here they are.
Before returning to the world with the solemn promise to carve out time to go back to spring, I stop to watch the beautiful bark of a tree that reminds me of the paintings of my friend Luke , so I curse myself for not having yet resigned to buy a camera and Ilford to be a failure with the whole idea of \u200b\u200bphotography that does not longer exists. Shoot out the new iPhone and I try the same.
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