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Hyacinth and Rose, Francois Morel, a small variation on The Rose and the Mediterraneans Reseda

Hyacinthe and Rose, Francois Morel Martin JARRIE ed Thierry Magnier

Little variation on the pink and mignonette, "she who believed in heaven and those who do not believe ... "For

Edith, friendly and loyal reader of my blog, which I reported this book ...

So I searched and bought Hyacinth and Rose. The radius youth literature, I did not find, I was told that he was ranked the radius art books, the head of the youth sector said: "I regret a little bit ... but ... hesitated. "

That is a point of view of child chooses Francois Morel for his story. Hyacinth and Rose, are his grandparents, one was Catholic, the other was coconut. They disagreed and fought nothing at all. One chapter between them, love flowers ...

Huge format for this beautiful book, full page drawings of flowers left .. paint flowers, extremely accurate but not very realistic because the thick paint The size of the image and the magnification of the resulting object, gives an impression of unreality, despite the meticulous realism of the forms and details ...

vision as distorted by a look nickname naive ...

texts of F. Morel flavor with a tender mockery, his charm almost Rabelaisian enumerations ...

Grandparents all divides, the flowers off, parents whose representation of their youth because it a vague unease, a pastor in his enthusiastic and exuberant, Tata Noah disturbing and modern cultural practices-and worst-unpublished culinary ... His characters inhabit the text of a fantasy but real presence.

From the multiplicity of rare flowers with names that scientists described The book, ( Hippolyte Langlois, New florist gardener) and their love grows in the garden, CEANOTHE, hyspope, tulips fritillaries, Garrya elliptica, rhododendron arboreum ... Hyacinth and Rose draw Poetry "and the poppies and roses ..." vision cosmos in bloom Philosophy of the world, traveling from flower to flower around their garden throughout the country that produced ...

Dresses grandmother nylon is progress, flowers, obviously, blue, it goes with everything, purple, it changes ...

Roses red grandfather piously cultivated for the funeral of his fellow commies who ... loupent fault the fact of being on time flowering ..

Bouquet digital triumphantly picked and delivered the child, happily hastily thrown by Grandma ... His distraught "despairs of Painter" tiny little flowers and light so thrilling, that you can not paint ...

episodes childish the driving lesson, the memory of the flowers grown in an old tire in the yard of the neighboring farm, the strewn petals to celebrate God, "ambushes" Hyacinth, "traps alcohol, coffee shared with the Sports friends, classmates or rather, Dead ... Rose and shared Hyacinthe ... all malicious or melancholic episodes that tell us of our childhood ...

My grandfather's name was Julie Alexis, my grandmother. For us, it was Lexou, which she never failed to raise as disrespectful. She was Catholic, it was coconut cégéto, Chemino the Company (the South!). Degraded after the strikes of 1936, he was very proud. She, a true faith, made me share his midnight masses, its branches Easter, his visits to churches during Holy Week. Tenth child of a Basque family, seamstress, sneakers, late apprentice of the French language, she remained committed to his country but adored Mauleon migrate to the cities, and travel as much as she could. Urban proselyte, she did little flowers and not the campaign. If Lexou did not like flowers either, he remained throughout his life the landowner that he could stay, younger son of a farm that could feed two children. He loved farming, digging, caring for vegetables, plant the potatoes in the massive flowering of my mother, and this talent made us good service in all the years after war. My grandmother Julia, in addition to the city, loved the "modern" life, radios, electrical appliances, elegant cover, and go into urban markets of his favorite city, Bordeaux ... To satisfy their differences they parted often. My grandmother went to visit her sisters Ch'Nord, my grandfather had just cultivate our garden or that of "cousins Bonnut. We all found in Bordeaux, or at home, at home, and the reunion was sweet to me as a child ... After the death of Lexou she married her faith in the party and the reading of the Huma as for a final Fidelity ... without ceasing to go to Mass!

As Claudine's House, this beautiful book is a children's book, a book on the Childhood, a book that is good for adults bad childhood ...