2011–2017
a hundred year old garden with an as old birch tree penching over the house, the ground covered with corydalis, scilla and chionodoxia in spring, thriving remnants of the original planning, now long gone.
A vision of plenty of iris, lavender, bees and butterflies in front of the house, towards the south, a protected vegetable garden, soft curves, surprises. A place sheltered from the noisy urban surroundings, a place to cohabit with plants, insects, birds (the roe deers and hares also insisting to be part of the collective…)
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