A living space requires attention and threatens the most enduring manicure, but repays us by populating our lives with energy, images, beauty, smells, other creatures.
Every green space, even the tiniest, has the mighty power to irradiate vitality and bring life to the inanimate. It reminds us of the season we live, but mostly of the season to come, as it is of the future season that the gardener is concerned about and awaits.
It brings us back to our roots, through shapes and smells we have lived before, but also to travels we have done – or only dreamt about. In a pot we can suddenly find ourselves in our grandma’s garden, or in that of Sherazhade, or in the Borneo.
