The weekly 164
Under almond...
Almond... is one of the first fruit trees « domesticated » by man and one of the first notes of perfume synthesized in the XIXe Century!
Let's go back to time: 780,000 B.C. ... Less demanding in soil and water, the tree appears on the lands later called Iran, Armenia, Egypt. It will take a few millennia to learn how to use the shell and the fruit.
Its flowering announces the near end of winter and the renewal of life. Also in Greece, almond was a sign of fertility. In Christian iconography, the shape of the fruit – stylized by the union of two circles – welcomes humanity and divinity. In painting or on carved stones surrounding the porches of churches, Jesus, Mary, the saints are often represented in a mandorle*.
And in everyday life, we find almond on our plates, when grilled it accompanies the trout, or in pastry: a few days ago, we enjoyed the cakes of Epiphany, filled with almond paste!
As for the tree, it is the friend of the poets.
Jeanne Monin
Searches on different sites.
*Mandorle: oval shape
François Abbe : Each season reveals its own beauty, but every year there is something magical, this is the moment when almond trees burst into flowers in the middle of the lavender fields.
In a few weeks, this breathtaking transformation will begin.
This photo by André Abbe, taken 30 years ago, captures a scene that remains unchanged;
testimony of the lasting beauty of Provencal nature.
Mistral – Mireille – Song X
I love him! I love him.
Like the creek
Love to sink,
Like a dru bird
Love to fly.
And we want me to turn it off.
This fire fed
Who doesn't want to die!
And we want me to twist
Flowery almond tree!
I'm the same! The same,
Coume lou valat
Amo de coula
Coume
Amo wanted.
E volontaire
Aqueu fiò fed
Don't die!
I don't know.
You're a drunk!
Theophile Gautier – First smile of spring
Mars laughing, despite the showers,
Prepare in secret in spring.
For the little daisies,
Sneezing when everything is asleep,
He's ironing collars.
And chisel gold buttons.
In the orchard and in the vineyard,
He's going, wig stealth,
With a swan hoop,
Almond powder
Georges Brassens – Almond
I had the best almond tree in the neighborhood.And, for the greedy mouthGirls from all over the worldI was growing almondsThe beautiful one, the nice one.
Standing on the far left of the image, the young and hairy Yves Duteil accompanies Brassens.
- The Echoes of the Week
Three women... Three stories!
Quiz!
Before leaving winter
Feet in the water
Small language training
The house next door...
La Bastide Neuve - Passadoc
Thank you!
Three women... three stories!
Friday, 8 March*, Passadoc published this photo : Three women, three stories!
– The Daughter of the Pisper, a film by Marce Pagnol, released in 1940. It is the story of a woman who does not let herself be done and who fights for her pride in the pre-war Provence. A real little movie jewel!
– MarianneOur modern-day heroine, who fights for our rights.
– An anonymous woman who, quietly, with his child, rides the Grand Rue de Roquebrune-sur-Argens.
Before leaving the winter...
– It makes you want to, doesn't it? request François Abbe
– Personally no, it would make me run away. ! answer Claude Boyer
– I like to see the snow but to the mountain when it covers the trees and nobody has passedadd Maryse Laugier
... while Marie Josée Michel and Christian Cardelli Send two beautiful photos:
Feet in the water!
After winter and snow, a jump to autumn and more precisely September 1975, it had so pleased that some had made the harvest with their feet in the water!
And memories flow...
Giselle Penat-Lorde
Souvenirs of rainy harvest, very unpleasant and painful. Always a puzzle to put the tractor, trailers and dumpers dry, in the right place, to avoid upsetting; Sometimes we even had boards, riddles in case...
The feet in the ice gadoba...
Memories of 1976, year of drought elsewhere but a rotten summer for us where it had only rained...
Same memory for MyrMyr de Comps:
– Harvest 76... It kept raining!
Smile of Jean-Philippe Tinois : « If it continues, we'll plant rice!«
Little language training!
The house next door...
My grandparents bought the family property where I still live a century later.
Jeanne Monin
Ah… le nom des maisons !
Le Château de ma mère – La Bastide Neuve…
Inoubliable plaisir de lecture
Alors commencèrent les plus beaux jours de ma vie. La maison s’appelait La Bastide Neuve, mais elle était neuve depuis bien longtemps. C’était une ancienne ferme en ruines, restaurée trente ans plus tôt par un monsieur de la ville, qui vendait des toiles de tente, des serpillières et des balais. Mon père et mon oncle lui payaient un loyer de 80 francs par an (c’est-à-dire quatre louis d’or), que leurs femmes trouvaient un peu exagéré. Mais la maison avait l’air d’une villa – et il y avait « l’eau à la pile » : c’est-à-dire que l’audacieux marchand de balais avait fait construire une grande citerne, accolée au dos du bâtiment, aussi large et presque aussi haute que lui : il suffisait d’ouvrir un robinet de cuivre, placé au-dessus de l’évier, pour voir couler une eau limpide et fraîche…
Il y a deux mois, nous n’en étions qu’au montage de l’exposition
Women of Provence.
Et samedi dernier, nous recevions les derniers visiteurs !
- These are cited in The Gazette :
André Abbe
François Abbe
Claude Boyer
Christian Cardelli
MyrMyr de Comps
Marie-Dominique Germain
Robrt Giordanengo
Maryse Laugier
Marie-Josée Michel
Jeanne Monin
Jean-Jacques Murat
Giselle Penat-Lorde
Jean-Philippe Tinois - Rédactrice en Chef
Jeanne Monin