Maintaining the standard of living in the shallow waters of our society does nothing but war. The barrel of oil that we steal and bring, wherever it is, to increasingly meet our energy needs, will burst into the tip. Red war. The only solution is to reduce the need for energy and create it.

In Europe, gas was extended to combat fuel shortages following the wars of the first half of the twentieth century. Gas was a motor which, in the absence of oil, lacked gas oil and petrol, was engaged in burning solid materials. A car, a truck, a tractor -- that was moving carbon gases, firewood -- also in our own. Who doesn't see our forest there? The best fuel was brewing coal, which once enjoyed great prestige in the campfires. Because of its size, it will not be coal, but it will be water. The largest heather, more than four meters high, to water and simulate its wood is the white hedgehog, Erica lusitanica.

Right now, the white heather is in bloom, before the usual. February dream in December. Today, on the first day of march of the new year, I found many friendly flowers, almost all advanced, in the temperate environment: the navel (Myoestan lamottiana), the asparagus (Geranium robertianum), Veronica persica (which is the basadute). ), black ote (Ulex minor), red clover (Trifolium pratense), chicory tooth (Taraxacum praestans), Polygala vulgaris, coal bug (Bellis perennis), dairy herb (Euphorbia helioscopy), etc.

In this new winter I found the spring date and was in mushrooms, in cream (a few) and in livers (a nice lot). In the American oak (Quercus rubra), friend of the gibelurdines, the hungry woodpecker looked for picotazos and herbs. Spring music. Another hamse, the processionary or the pine caterpillar (Thaumetopoea pityocampa) was satisfied in the pine insignis (Pinus radiata). This year you see most of the grass nest of years ago, the desdetxa. The other day, a concubine, seeing the silk nests glow at the ends of the branches, asked me if they were pine flowers. A new winter, a spring.