A garden, even if it is not really a garden, is everything for its little gardener. His home, his food, his joy. But what do you do when the work is too much for such a little guy? When everything that doesn't die is a weed and the only living thing is a wonderful, gigantic, very fragrant flower?
A flower that is hope: hope of not being so small and alone, of being able to do something together, of having the time and desire to change.