Spring.

Listen everyone!
Great is the matter of life and death
Awake, each one-
Don't waste time.


I have great faith and confidence in waking up anytime in your life cycle.
Finally, it has been raining, a lot, and only one full day. For sure not enough to catch up with an ongoing drought, here in the Follonico valley, and certainly on a global level.  Even realizing that global warming is a very underestimated political issue, I do not want to complain, because change starts just in front of your own door, and in our case at the door of Follonico, in the heart of the living souls of this home.
With this idea, I walked the garden this morning and soak up the vibrating fresh air, the strong energetic sunrays and enjoyed watching the upcoming seedlings in the dark and wet earth.

We started our vegetable garden from seed this year. The seeds are bought biological and the vegetable plot has been prepared biological.  
We have been moving the vegetable garden last year, because of the pool project. Hopefully, we finally found the ultimate spot for our vegetables because moving isn't very recommendable for a vegetable garden because preparing the soil is the foundation of a well-growing vegetable garden and the foundation of any type of garden.

Soil is alive. It breathes. It pulses. It is the precious skin covering the body of Earth, offering protection and allowing plants and trees to take root and grow. Man take root at his feet, plants do the same.

I have very sweet memories of gardening. It started all when I was a little girl, admiring my father working his flower and vegetable garden. 
All the flowers were raised from seed, and for my little eyes, it seemed some magic labartorium, ongoing in his, on the house attached veranda. The glass veranda was full of growing seedlings. He taught me on a very early age how to sow, and to take care of the seedlings so that they could grow into beautiful strong plants.
I dreamed of having a garden center and secretly I played an imaginable garden shop where people from all over the world would come and buy my plants.
The garden was small sized but full of flowers during the summer months and early autumn. I remember my mom hanging washes above Rabarber plants, the little peer tree and the rain barrel catcher at the corner of the veranda. There was a cold frame box and dahlias were the favorite flowers of my dad flowering at it happiest in August.

Probably these sweet memories are still living deep inside of me, and even if my dad passed away, these memories are giving me a possibility to meet him even today, in the garden here in Tuscany, because there will be never a final separation in life, in a place were memories are allowed to live, because memories are a place of coming together always.

I have been preparing myself for something new. Not at all the old was not good, it is about creating space for new, for growing to the next level, maybe a little more mature with some more awareness where life is finally about. For sure for everybody life has a different meaning but for me, it starts at my feet, with a grounded feeling where balance is the foundation of success. My feet need to meet the earth, the essence of everything, the start of growing.

Follonico is based in a magical valley, surrounded by powerful energy which everybody, every living soul will experience ones entering this special place of nature. For years we have been busy with creating and developing the rural farm, to keep her soul alive, to continue life around it.
We bought in 2006, restored for three full years and in 2009 we finally could open the door for guest, to help us to keep on growing, to keep on learning, to explore every type of possibility this place could give us to make a dream possible. 
We are 13 years ahead now, we have been laughing and crying, walking and falling, strong and weak, and we are still here.
Personally, for me it means that we are meant to be here, to go on and to be confident that we can move to the next level. We need to go on fighting because without lows of any type in life you will not reach highs. 
It is wonderful to feel anyhow encouraged by visitors but also by every living soul around us daily, including animals and plants.

Earth is drying outside and soon, I can pick up my spade and go on with works to do outside.
I am motivated and devoted by this little piece of earth where I feel my purpose of life is layed down.

Suzanne.