One day, long time ago, humanity experienced a strange period.
Men, women and children could no longer leave their homes: something evil went around the streets, a terrible evil that took their breath away.
The only way to avoid it was to stay in their homes waiting for it to pass, doctors in hospitals, couriers to deliver, farmers to follow the season.
Nature had not stopped: they were beautiful days, full of sun and wind, full of heat and flowers.
The vineyards were crying, waiting to bloom. The flowers began to fill the rows, waiting for bees and insects. The sun warmed the earth.
Spring overflew among the hills, the plains, the mountains, on the balconies, on the beaches, within people’s souls.
Spring overflew in that country which was called Italy. It came to take away fear, to give hope to the future.
It overflew in Europe. It overflew throughout the world.
Men, women and children watched it from inside their homes. Waiting to go out soon, and run among those meadows, walk on those hills, climb those mountains, have a glass of wine with friends, sunbathe on the beaches.
Spring comes and every year brings all this into hearts. And will keep on doing it.
Ph. Costalta vineyard. March 17 2020