The stage

L'avant scène

The house nestles behind a close guard of evergreens. When winter bites so hard that we stay in the shelter of the terrace , the trees remain faithful and beautiful, under their mantle of snow and frost.
At time surprised by their constancy, we dream of eternity…….
The Wisteria and the Rose “Gloire de Dijon”, slides between the leaves of the Magnolia rivalling it in precociousness. “Ghislaine de Feligonde” will relieve them.
In Spring, when all the Choysias blossom, our heads are turned with pleasure. The wind seems to carry all the perfumes from a distant south.