A pine forest of Pinus nigra which dates back to 1901, celebrated by the famous local poet G.F. Simonetti in the poem “la pineta dei Novai”, unique in Collio and where the corvus corax has been nidifying for years.
“La pineta dei Novai” is one of the symbols of the farm not only because it is the only pine forest of Pinus nigra in Collio but also thank to its strategic position at the entry of the farm. It gives its name to the educational farm and is one of its main paths.
Today it counts more than 130 ancient trees of Pinus nigra. Their main characteristic of having a very high trunk and the vegetative part only on the higher part is surely one of the propitious elements for the arrival of the corvus corax, crackly and very dark volatile with one of the most unique story and symbolisms of the great cultures of mankind, who chose these great heights, where he could feel safe and at peace, to keep the species going.
This is how its nidification in our pine forest has now become customary and thanks to the ecological aspects related to this event, the pine forest has been inserted in the List of Veteran Trees (regional and national). The corvus corax is in fact very rare in Italy, so rare that it is one of the species inserted in the Red Book of the Animals of Italy and officially, in Italy, it only nidifies in the “Parco del Gran Paradiso”.
Moreover, since this year, we have started planting the “new Pine forest 2020” with the help of the Forestry Corps, so that 100 years from now others will be able to enjoy these beauties.
La pineta dei Novai
Spesso ritorno alla tua verde
pineta
fra i colli.
I fragili arboscelli
che la tua mano dispose
or son alti e fronzuti.
Odore di resina effondono.
Quivi, fanciullo
nella placida estate
venivo a correre per i boschi
con il fulvo cane,
e mi addormentavo stanco
nei meriggi sul prato
vicino al piccolo gregge.
Nella stalla il bue e le mucche
Moro Viola e Margherita
mi sorridevano innocenti
con i loro occhi buoni.
Colorate galline
raspavano nell’erba
e bianche oche
guazzavano nella pozza.
Nella cucina l’alare
crepitava nel fuoco
e la polenta
sulla tovaglia bianca
fumigava sotto il lume.
Candida fascia ricamata
ornava il camino
e tenda leggera come velo
la finestra ornata di glicine
apriva verso l’aia.
Di contro, sopra la madia
la grata, e ivi deposto
il grande messale:
la Bibbia.
Mio nonno lo meditava
e lo leggeva al desinare
mattina e sera
e con la solenne mano
segnava nell’aria
il segno della croce.
Alto e possente
con la chioma
e la grande barba bianca
un profeta pareva
un profeta antico
e sereno.
Ritorno alla tua verde pineta
nei meriggi di ogni estate.
G.F. Simonetti