Fall 2012.They talk about Architecture and Common Ground in Italy to be visited, but I only can think about childhood memories and secret gardens…
One of my aunties, who lives near the eternal city, Rome, had a big garden on the hills. She came up with a gift for me, a little yard behind her house only for me to play. My secret garden.
I was aged 6 years old and I still remember how I used to imagine the different flowers each season would bring. So when I found the book “An island Garden” by Celia Thaxter, i suddendly remembered how I felt on that hill.
Now I have a blog that is dedicated to a garden lost in old memories and imagination and want to recommend you this reading, ’cause I’m sure you’ll be leaving for a magical journey wher only Beauty willwait for you.
DIGITAL LIBRARY HERE.