Pascal Cessou

You cannot pass by Anduze without visiting its bamboo plantation or discover its potteries, famous for their vases.

The house of the others on its back, untiring and needy, technician of surface of our sea-beds.

"When its shell of loan becomes too narrow, it looks for the other one then exchange of residence most simply of the world."

Let us collect the reds arbutus-berries, that grandmother levels us her good frosts.

""In the middle of the autumn, in the wet copses we pick this fruit very appreciated in Provence.""

Right on the summit of a rock the chamois observes, immovable, with its sharp vision the slightest movement of the valley.

Cork oak of the guarrigue: … And then is be in the found Farmhouse one adopts the rate/rhythm of the hot days, the nap.

"The cork oak in Provence chooses paradoxically a little calcareous ground. It supplies glans which appreciates all the Mediterranean fauna."

Porquerolles Eucalyptus. Blue Gommier, Gunaii on the coast they plunge in the blue of meditérrannées water.

"Porquerolles: Perfect island, of plenitude, tranquillity. Only authorized vehicle: the bike."

Is a stone Farmhouse with a fig tree centenary, it is enough there to pose our bush settings and al disappears.

"At feet of the Provençal ancient country-house, in the place or the water oozes takes root the fig tree."

This evening the children will sprinkle the kitchen garden and will gather some bits aromatics for tart of Fanny.

"The evening, the smells flavored by the warm ground moistened by the watering of the Provençal gardener."

The gouteuse morel is deserved with its so different hiding-places, but which happiness to find it in your plate.

"The snow melted, the spring takes back these rights, the morel just appears."

At the end of summer, under thick foliations, let us crunch the grape very gorged with sugar and burning sun.

"It is the long-awaited moment by the wine grower of Provence: the hour of the grape harvests. Suddenly the countryside starts again living"

The gull it would not have become merry with listen to jokes of the fishermen on the old port.

"These fowls to the life of the port of which the shouts shrill give rhythm from dawn to twilight."

Every egg in its nest, every nest in its hen, the watering can, him, intrigue well these ladies.

In Shade of the Garden, Pretty this May and June, let us gather with the garden the dishevelled peonies.

"The Provence farmer is going to finish his days in the freshness of his garden with all his well hidden secrets."

Just song of the Cicadas: … O, beautiful summer! your hot air makes sing the cicadas and dance the sun between the sheets of olive-tree.

"The cicada sings so much it is happy to be finally outdoor. It crossed the main part of its life under the ground of Provence."

Lavenders summer: these fraiches scents to perfume the embroidered linen sleeping in cupboards.

"Our ancestors, in Provence, perfumed cupboards and took away insects with the dried lavender."

The marmot, the guard of mountains. It gives the alert to the whole fauna in the slightest suspicious movement by its pointed whistlings.

Which happiness to offer generous brewed Mimosas, sun bursting of the first beautiful days of the South.

"The smell of mimosas makes drunk from February the accesses of the region of Grasse, city of flavors."

The olive tree branch is an amulet of the festivals of end of year in the tradition of Provence.

"Has leaf of the olive tree has a pale side and a dark side, when the mistral blows on Provence, both faces quarrel the right to be seen."

End of hemmed long ways silver plated olive-trees, the country house with simple and quiet happiness.

"The wealth of the farmer in Provence: the number of olive-trees on these lands."

Umbrella pine, Corsica pine, Maritime pine: On bottom of bluish light, shades and of soft sun.

"The tree which immortalizes the decoration of our holidays souvenir at the seaside."