limoux – un beau paysage
October 10, 2011
Walking through the vineyards and then up into the garrigues landscape above La Digne d’Aval offers views to the south. The scrubby planting – holm and kermes oak, viburnum, cistus and sage, lavender and thymes – naturalises itself in a complete contrast to the ordered planting of the vines and olives. It’s an old path – well trodden by animals and humans – that follows the line of the ridge from Tourreilles and Magrie to Limoux.
The name carved on this stone is Therese Balandier Sabouraud, patroness of the village, who expressed a wish to be buried in the woodland at the top of the property of Saint Andrieu. Another relative is Jean de Brunoff, the creator of Babar.
Early evening, down in Limoux, the residents play boule. It helps to have a gauloises or gitanes hanging out of one corner of the mouth . . . improves your aim . .
. . as the light falls, the shutters are closed and it’s possible to enjoy the beautiful hinges.
There were some who lived in the dark
Dreaming of the sky’s caress
There were some who loved the forest
And believed in blazing wood
The odour of flowers enchanted them even from afar
The nakedness of their desires clothed them
They fused in their hearts the breath measured
By that slip of ambition in the life of nature
That flourishes in summer like a richer summer
They fused in their hearts hope for the dawning age
That hails another age even from afar
With love more stubborn than the desert
The briefest of slumbers
Delivered them to the future sun
They endured they knew that life perpetuates
And their shadowy needs gave birth to clarity.
They were only a few
Then suddenly a crowd
So it is in every age. Paul Eluard Faire Vivre