It was with his grandmother in her old-fashioned garden deep in the country that Frédéric Garrigues learned to appreciate Nature and the changing seasons.
Life in the rural community was governed by the light, by the bleak winters and the scorching hot summers.
Frédéric learned to love the colour of willow twigs in the autumn, the moss on old tree stumps, the tall grasses swaying in the wind. And there were always a host of treasures to be harvested from month to month.
Because he loved the smell of freshly-cut broom, the taste of wild sorrel and the sound of rain pattering on the leaves of an old fig tree, each season brought its own special joys and emotions.
Today, Frédéric draws his inspiration from his childhood experiences, from his long walks in the meadows and woods. His bouquets have a simple, natural touch that reflects these moments of happiness.
Wild flowers naturally have pride of place, often giving an outstanding effect when mixed with other rare or precious blooms.
“I omit the unusual…and describe the common,” for it “has the greatest charm and is the true theme of poetry.”
Henri David Thoreau. Journal. Août 1851.