I love this garden where we could have planted a tree as we did elsewhere. I could stay in a corner here forever. The insomnia will be tactile as ever. Light and darkness too. And I will feel the kiss of the abyss, the breeze from the abyss over the flower beds, full of hyacinths and dahlias, begonias, red and yellow roses, peonies, orchids, all kinds of campions and lilies and lots of scattered myrtles and various heathers.