Anger is the order of the day. Irreversibly barren land, exhausted by intensive exploitation, farmers who no longer get off their tractors to be in touch with their land but rather to discern, powerless, that the escalation in the race for profitability had reached its point of no return. Against these absurdities, five small voices speak out, serene, to give us a taste of knowing how to live on the land of our ancestors. Couragous sowers and market gardeners who have rediscovered and ressuscitated innumerable forgotten fruits, herbs and vegetables. A thousand leagues from the dangers of monoculture.

The acrobats of memory
They are very rare, these small Provençal voices that oppose the eradication of vegetable species. For your information: a large number of plant varieties, although edible, are banned from public sale since they do not appear on the lists of the very official French Catalogue. So, against the tide of economic pressure these mavericks resist, at the expense of mad feats, in order to develop this precious heritage and pass it along. The rules of the game obviously are not financial enrichment Because you have to be downright passionate to devote your life to a seed that, good year or bad year, will impart the form, the taste of a vegetable, possibly disappointing, maybe sublime, but which has the merit of giving hope to the consumer tired of always finding the same old produce everywhere.
Each operates the best they can, and manages pretty well. But those whom we have met have in common a strong respect for their land and are all part of the same family, those who follow in the footsteps of their ancestors. Sometimes, all you need is a few acres, and an ounce of knowledge, to recreate a universe.