31Summer exploded on Friday, quite suddenly, with its yellow light and scent of jasmine.
Patient and resigned, I am grinding the malachite. I know that I will have to grind enough colour to fill lots of little jars. This is the green the Master wants to use to paint all of the vegetation. The lawn, the plants and the treetops, in other words, most of the surface covering the huge panel.
He is at the panel now, showing Ginevra the drawings that he has already done of the flowers and plants, while his Zoe is sipping lemonade, languidly leaning against the cushions on the chest. Ginevra stares at the large drawing, stunned.
«What garden is this ever? You have put all of the flowers I have brought you in it. In the same environment you have placed plants that prefer the shade together with
