"Flowers, fruit, leaves, puddles, seeds, trees: life is a circle, Grandma says."
From spring to winter, we follow the moments a little girl and her grandmother share, their questions and answers. Who is the young one, and who the old? They measure themselves against trees and flowers. Everything is growing. The mother returns, and the three women are reunited amidst the living world and time passing. The grandmother, something of an artist, is the book's heart. She's weaving a carpet, just as the love and closeness are woven every day. Anne Laval marvelously depicts the ties that bind one generation to the next, one woman to another, and we humans to the world around us.