Catherine Meurisse spent her childhood outside, construction all around her: an old farmhouse renovated into a home, trees planted, a garden created, dreams cultivated. She and her family dig, graft, they plant a rosebush "adopted" from Montaigne, a fig tree from Rabelais. They watch the tumult of the outside world: new developments in industrial agriculture, the citification of rural France… With her characteristic humor, Catherine Meurisse has composed a witty poem dedicated to the countryside where she calling as an artist first took shape.