It’s the 1st of February, and spring is suddenly here. The sun is warm, the air is fresh, and a gentle breeze. Everything is clear. The snow on the peaks is receding. I feel as if I am being reborn. And what wonder was seeing the first hazelnut catkins this morning, wandering around the Reserve! In other years, I used to see the buds of the willows (but towards the middle of the month). The calycanthus trees were already in flower before Christmas. Here at home, more than five million people will not be able to go to the post office (that’s where they get their pensions), to the bank, to all shops (except the grocery shops). Life is difficult for the unvaccinated. But as long as you resist, it means that you are stronger than those who force you.