“With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?” Oscar Wilde
Blue mountains lie behind the balcony’s open doors. Wildflowers, ornamental plants and azalia limbs embrace one another in vases of glass and crystal. Inside the tableware cupboard Chinese dragons wind themselves around silver goblets.
The bookcase is ceiling-high. Seastars and seashells doze away on timber shelves dreaming of the ocean bed while right behind them, between hard, hand sewn bindings, The Three Musketeers fearlessly cross swords in the name of loyalty and little Ida tenderly beds her ailing flowers.