The clearing

We only knew Kerbeleg through my grandfather’s stories and photos. The fields of the manor farm surrounding it, our neighbour’s draught horse, these images of nature and green labour that already made me dream a little. This clearing, to which the house turned its back, was home to a small vegetable garden in the summer, so that our chubby hands could be stained with red fruit stolen during naughty incursions.

Changing the landscape means changing the world a little. To change the soil is to risk damaging it a little, often too much. Depending on the century in which we are born, our vision and ambitions change. Our project may be a little out of proportion for a single novice grower, but it draws its inspiration from the desire to rediscover the virtues and authenticity of Mother Earth. If we fail, we will at least have tried and persevered, and it will take the form of a fresco offered to the stars and plants to make them feel good.

Let’s hope they understand…