It wasn’t just Farnese and its doors aplenty the last time I met Flavia. After the town and a waterfall her friend invited us to a real farm nearby that belongs to her friends. You will see how beautiful it was.
It started with unfortunate news that just half an hour or so before we arrived a pack of stray dogs attacked a flock of their sheep and killed one sheep that was pregnant. It was already hanging from a hook with blood pooling below and this is the first thing I saw.
Just as I parked, they let the sheep out and they stampedoed by my car to pasture.
Next I was surrounded by a pack of house dogs, bloody and slightly panicky and not trusting at all. They were not there when the attack happened and I think they were thinking we had something to do with it. At first, but soon they saw we were not a danger.
We had a lovely stroll around the farm and met all the inhabitants. There are many. Only sheep are 300. A horse was being treated, a leg wound. Donkeys seemed in love. And I found my spirit animal.
The light was just right and it made it look idyllic. I can’t help thinking that this is life as it should be. This is the future: mud, blood, hard work, self-sufficiency, immediacy, intimacy, love.
Grazie, Flavia, her friend, and the owners of the farm Agriturismo S. Antonio for this wonderful experience that I didn’t see coming. I find it even more special today when Tuscany was proclaimed red zone and I’m not to move out of my municipality. Who knows for how long. I wish you all well.