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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

-- Quand j'étais enfant, me raconta Berthe, ma mère m'envoyait porter ici,
pour les garder frais, à la source dans ce bois, le beurre,
le lait et la crème. Maintenant, on a le réfrigérateur.
C'est mille fois plus commode,
mais on a perdu
le plaisir de la source.
p.93, Cet été qui chantait


stuart said...

oui, Gabrielle ... c'est ça ... c`est vrai ... merci

Marjolaine Hébert said...

Yes..moving 'ahead' seems to have a way of taking away the very daily tasks that keep us connected to our world. I wonder what Gabrielle would think of people walking by her, a phone attached to their ears, no longer willing to 'see' the world around them..

stuart said...

I can't imagine what she might think ... none so blind, perhaps ... but I have returned to her words - these ones that you have shared with us - frequently today and what comes to mind again and again is that something, if it is originally good and true, will always be good and true ... the fresh butter, and cream are as good now as they ever were ... I hope I'm not making too much of this. :)