Petitgrain is about tomorrow and the new day unfolding before your eyes, inviting you to step into this with every breath you take, always new, always fresh, always young at heart.
An old lady has been told she only has three months left to live. It is spring, and she is in her garden, carefully weeding her vegetables and little flower seedlings with a stick for she can’t bend down to do it in the usual way. Her daughter, who is much distraught, comes calling and finds her there.
“Why do you bother?” the daughter cries heartbrokenly, “You know you won’t live to see any fruits or flowers! Come inside, sit down, take it easy!”
The old lady smiles and touches her daughters arm, looks into her eyes and says, “But it is spring, my dear!”