In these plants, in these clods of earth, there is the spirit of his ancestors, the love of his family, the stubborn pride of a Sicilian man who is deeply connected to his land, the vision of a more dignified world, an ancient sense of duty and of keeping one’s word. There is also a profound sense of gratitude to those who have gifted him all this. It’s not just a question of knowledge and experience, he is this land, he feels its breath, he senses it in a single glance in the same way a father knows his child. Around him, beside him, behind him, together with him in his world of complex sentiments, in this little corner of paradise, here we are – our daughters and me – our little dog, the donkeys, the horses, a whole female universe that includes the vines and the plants. How can one not love such a tender and strong-willed man?