It is a garden full of history where generations of gardeners have succeeded each other. Since 1990, I have continued to shape it as others did centuries earlier, sheltered from the stone walls, under the watchful eye of my cats. A man’s business once, now a gardener’s business: Mom, who, with me, created every flower bed and planted every tree or shrub, my friend Aline, partners of the good and the bad days, who carry out in silence these eternal gestures of the gardener.
We have just planted 4 boxwood squares in front of the house, planted with roses, lavender, flowers to cut and aromatic.
The garden is in perpetual motion, that of life.