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​"La libertà non è la figlia, ma la madre dell'ordine."

Proudhon

To reach the narrow leaves of the helichrysum you have to bend down onto your knees, there is no other way. Up here on the hill I have to move over to the sunlit shoulder of the slope to find healthy bushes growing wild on their own. But you have to bend, and Cosimo had to do the same. And he did it gladly, even though the earth, as people say around here, lies low. Every time the theater of his…

Per raggiungere le foglie strette dell’elicriso bisogna piegarsi sulle ginocchia, non c’è verso. Io qui in collina mi devo spostare sulla costa assolata del poggio per trovarne cespugli sani che crescono spontanei. Ma bisogna piegarsi, e così doveva fare anche Cosimo. E lui lo faceva volentieri, anche se la terra, come si dice da queste parti, è bassa.  Ogni volta che il teatro della sua vita…

The first text has come out of the woods.

It’s called “Dolio: Tales from a Garden in Tuscany”.

And it seems, perhaps, a beginning.

In this place, the stones are smooth, and when it rains, you’re bound to slip. The sandstone, worn down by millennia of running water, doesn’t get along with hooves: it screws you over the moment you lose focus and puts your ass on the ground without warning. But I’ve got a long back and short legs: I fall often, but I fall well. When it’s dry, though, I move up and down like a cat on a…