The poetry of doing shows in the movements of a scythe, the harmony of man and nature in the reapers’ strides along the slopes.
Stories of strain and sweat, of pride and love, of courage and hope. Tales that follow the breath of the wind on the meadow, passions that carry the perfume of the freshly mowed grass.
A challenge to the last blade of grass for the honour of being the best with the scythe.Explore
You never know who you'll meet along the trail. In good times and bad.Explore
The red foulard
Side by side upon the slope with the scythe in hand: this time it is not only work...Explore