This autumn morning, in Florimont, in the Dordogne, the hour is still cool, the grass drunk with dew and the blue sky scuffed with discreet clouds.
Hock tense, spine bent like a Millet gleaner, Françoise Laval plucks the saffron flowers with the gesture of a depilator which, stimulated by the chilly night weather, showed their purple muzzles at dawn.
In order not to see these autumn beauties withering during the day, which live what roses live, we must act quickly.
Yesterday, in this property where fruit trees, walnut trees and vines flourish, 2,700
Crocus sativus
joined the flat-bottomed baskets, lined with protective white cotton.
About 150,000 flowers will be needed to obtain one kilo of dry saffron.
The harvest, which lasts around three weeks, puts the saffron growers to attention.
It is better to be reactive, to have a solid back, and time in front of you, because the next step, the pruning, must be carried out in the wake of the picking, otherwise you will see the…
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