Toward seven o'clock every morning, I leave my study and step Out on the bright terrace; the sun … - Hermann Hesse

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Go into something because you really like it, and then do it with a drive and enthusiasm so that it isn't work.

Hermann Hesse

Toward seven o'clock every morning, I leave my study and step Out on the bright terrace; the sun already burns resplendent Between the shadows of the fig tree, makes the low wall of coarse Granite warm to the touch. Here my tools lie ready and waiting, Each one an intimate, an ally: the round basket for weeds: The zappetta, the small hoe with a short haft. . . There's a rake here as well, at at times a mattock and spade, Or two watering cans filled with water warmed by the sun. With my basket and small hoe in hand, facing the sun, I Go out for my morning walk.

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