Shelley

“Like a flight of swallows as winter approaches,
Your soul flew away with no hope of return.”
― Valérie Perrin, Fresh Water for Flowers

“And then, just like the cemetery cats, the sun reached as far as my room, reached under my sheets. I opened the curtains, and then the windows. I went back downstairs to the kitchen, boiled the water for the tea, and aired the room. I finally returned to the garden. Finally gave fresh water to the flowers.”
― Valérie Perrin, Fresh Water for Flowers

“Léonine had long been filling the garden with her presence, as if she had brought the Mediterranean to the little vegetable garden of the cemetery in which she was buried. That day, I knew that she was within each little miracle the soil produced.”
― Valérie Perrin

“Today, what matters for her, for me, is making flowers grow.”
― Valérie Perrin, Fresh Water for Flowers