But my grandmother, in all weathers, even when the rain was coming down in torrents and Françoise had rushed indoors with the precious wicker armchairs, so that they should not get soaked-you would see my grandmother pacing the deserted garden, lashed by the storm, pushing back her grey hair in disorder so that her brows might be more free to imbibe the life-giving draughts of wind and rain.
Baina gure amona bai, hura, eguraldiaren despit, baita erauntsirik amorratuenak zerauntsala ere, Françoise-k zumezko besaulki preziatuak etxe barrura arrapaladan sartzen zituenean-eta busti ez zitezen, hura beti hantxe ibilki, lorategi hustu eta zaparradaz zigorkatuan barrena, ile-adats urdin lardaskatuak gorantz altxa eta bekokia haizeari eta euriari aitzi, hauen osasungarritasunaz areago blai zedin.