Three brothers and their trees

A fairy tale coming from distant Finland, a land of forests and snow, begins by telling the story of a family who lived in the woods, the father had three children, and each of them had a lucky tree near their home. Now grown up, the boys expressed the desire to finally find a partner, the father then asked the boys to each cut down their own lucky tree to know which road to take to go and look for their bride: the direction in which their tree would fall would have indicated the direction of the path to take.

The fairy tale then tells of all the vicissitudes and twists in which the three boys venture, but it is not my intention to narrate the whole story, I rather liked to underline the subtle poetry that is contained in this preamble to the narrative: everything begins from this intimate and magical bond between the three young people and their lucky trees. The fate of their lives, their luck and their happiness will be established by the trees, by their trees.

The idea of having a lucky tree is already beautiful, I imagine one was probably planted at the birth of each child, but even more poetic is that it is the tree itself that establishes the direction one's life will take, the direction of own happiness: the story bases its foundation on the relationship with the trees and establishes a profound bond of the human soul with that of the forest, narrates in the background of a human community in profound symbiosis with the spirit of the forest.

And the forest is truly a magical place, a place that always captures and fascinates, where I personally always feel deeply at ease.

This photo portrays the beech forests of the upper Parma valley, near the Gemini lakes, on a magnificent winter day, it's pure magic!