Il Mondo poetico,un’oasi d’impareggiabile e d’ impalpabile malinconia…………..
“Why don’t you go on west to California? There’s work there, and it never gets cold. Why, you can reach out anywhere and pick an orange. Why there’s always some kind of crop to work in. Why don’t you go there?” —Johnny Steinbeck, Grapes o’ Wrath.
It’s a schlep, people.
I have to get out of my lawn chair, walk all the way to the back of the yard, pick a half dozen lemons and limes from our dwarf trees, then walk all the way back to the kitchen, plug in the squeezer, slice and squeeze till my glass is half full, add soda water, and stagger back to my lawn chair.
I’m exhausted. Yet refreshed.