The time will pass ... it's definitely the last moment to get started if we must be ready on Saturday, October 16 to Boisset in High Loire for Festiv'Arbres ... Should not believe a dive in depths of time that does not just happen! So from what little we
has been reported previously, this is what, at the moment, we can infer a bit and say a few snippets, as faithfully as possible ... __________________________________________________
"Strange" is said foreigners, but who else could do better than this observation? - To discover this corner where Bebert * lighter dreams here and carrying lanterns also intended to conduct a celebration of the Tree an entirely new genre. * Nickname is required here too familiar!
Indeed, at first sight is a country to flat skull, very bald on top, where, side by side are held tight, wide and fat stubble grazing to cattle, only dotted here and there of some pins prepared in flags, survivors of last storm ... a country with wide roads, without a priori mysteries, so ... 
trees, the man with the grain has long pushed to local temples and that is where they côtoit along the way, standing on the edge of the slope for better s to approach the sky and light. In the South, over the deep dark recess of Ance and Andrable, the side presents its plays at Mountain Bar and the small chain of volcanoes that runs on top of the left bank of the river Loire in which the lower stream of here, came from Drill, will end his race. When you look in the direction of Chaumont on the west, dominates the right temple just 
shoulder country that bears forage in the pond and its outlet and camped where four or five farms and hamlets and a few groves remain stranded in the middle of meadows. short without being able to say that the tree here is anecdotal, and having no cross-nomadic tree, nor a tree-enthroned king solo on his mound, which would have made an exceptional figure of specimen, it was our foreign
in quest of other phones that would understand the obstinacy of lighter Bebert dreams ... especially since the discovery panel installed on the Place de Boisset, next to the church said nothing more than what they had seen during this first trip ... especially if the project had to do anything but a walk: a journey to share with others ... Was that you may have guessed - the real purpose of their visit to these places. 
To pierce the mystery of the obstinate it was necessary to restart because maybe they were not on the first leg, while the pleasure of being together, noticed something on the road, heard a rumor in the wind or something similar, at least one partition deseeded on a sunbeam is the may be dazzled? Baste it was again shake his feet and neurons also go ... let her imagination. And if, next to the origin of the name - so close to the wood, so close to the tree - as it is called on the village sign that we add another assumption that would qualify as Boisset also earned places on the forest and if for some face this fear of losing the memory of the tree?
And at the same time to remember the fear of Arab poets of the early days, one in which the tribes to survive merry from the generous side, across the Arabian peninsula, while the poets were afraid that their original language are lost in this diaspora
had the idea of such appointment in the heart of the sands for the annual poetry contests , appointments in desert places, where sometimes a single tree could serve as a rallying point elsewhere ... other times they thought the tree in the center of the Tenere 'desert of deserts "... 
... having said that it did not make them move one step further ... unless, unless Perhaps the time of these large clearing, a few, one perhaps fearing the loss of the tree arranged here and there signs that the memory remained, entrusted with the stones of rumors, wind load of the circulate, get them buzzing in the heads who know how to hear these things ... why not? You have to forget for the moment and if this should prove useful to inform their research, this goes back in time as it is always in the palm of happy meetings ... 
It was However, recovering the way, just time to notice the strange tree which adorned the gate of the church - like a tree bearing fruit mineral - and they found themselves face to "White Lady" - wearing (well, well ...) the very recognizable fairy tiara - which has the power to hear the fountains, listening to mailboxes and talk to cats. 
At the corner of the old forge, it seemed the wait and the grounds to report what she had read in the book has closed her side, she began a story and they understood very soon they were specifically addressed, since it corresponded very precisely what they wanted to hear as he recognized, first in its proper accent and a speech progressed as we walk. A few words about here that day she confided to them while warning them that she did not know the end, that this was only a beginning and they should know for perhaps the subsequently continue their path:
"Turning around the tree there were two legends here long. It seemed we could not hold them for equal value and that everyone had to choose one that suited him better , even though they often oppose each other as if there was a pledge that they propagate longer ... _________________________________________________________________
The wonder of a second meeting with the carpenter who worked worker who had been son in the village of Chaumont and familiar with the old blacksmith who was also the Boisset Grandfather Bébert (attention nickname!) ... and that could be said on the Fox lot of chibotte ... it is of course the second legend, which does is known only to him !!!!!!!! 
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