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All the fruit trees are adorned with fragile flowers that the feverish bees rush to pollinate...

The flowers in my garden love and court each other, accept their neighbors whom they naturalize; propagate in abundance, experiencing no discomfort, season after season.

In the scent of wild flowers, a call to escape, an invitation to escape, to embrace emotion.

Ce qu'il faut chercher et trouver c'est la douceur sereine d'une inébranlable paix. (La lampe de sagesse, 1986, Alexandra David-Neel)

A blue tit, wet after the downpour, landed on the branch of my tree to dry off!

"Tremble, I am the robin. See on my chest the red sign, and in my eye the fire of constant victories" Colette