La nostra Baker Farm! Ah, la vita nei boschi!
"As I was leaving the Irishman's roof after the rain, bending my steps again to the
pond, my haste to catch pickerel, wading in retired meadows, in sloughs and
bog-holes, in forlorn and savage places, appeared for an instant trivial to me who
had been sent to school and college; but as I ran down the hill toward the
reddening west, with the rainbow over my shoulder, and some faint tinkling
sounds borne to my ear through the cleansed air, from I know not what quarter,
my Good Genius seemed to say -- Go fish and hunt far and wide day by day --
farther and wider -- and rest thee by many brooks and hearth-sides without misgiving. Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth. Rise free from care
before the dawn, and seek adventures. Let the noon find thee by other lakes, and
the night overtake thee everywhere at home. There are no larger fields than
these, no worthier games than may here be played. Grow wild according to thy
nature, like these sedges and brakes, which will never become English bay. Let
the thunder rumble; what if it threaten ruin to farmers' crops? That is not its
errand to thee. Take shelter under the cloud, while they flee to carts and sheds.
Let not to get a living be thy trade, but thy sport. Enjoy the land, but own it not.
Through want of enterprise and faith men are where they are, buying and selling,
and spending their lives like serfs." (Walden)PS: ieri sera ritorno alla civiltà e allenamento di trave proficuo. Niente da segnalare di preciso ma è in atto il cambio di allenamento a fine ciclo mensile. Ora per ogni cambio posizione si dovrà trazionare fino a braccia chiuse, come direbbe Barney: "It's gonna be legendary!!"
Ciauz!
JMB Re Re
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