Ho trascorso un anno in sua compagnia. E' un libro senza molte pretese: chiede solo di essere lasciato accanto al letto, in attesa di un momento tranquillo per tornare a respirare il verde e ad ascoltare la vita.
"May, 3rd. Many spring flowers are yellow, regardless of their structure or family. Think of all the sunny-bloomed wild plants around now: coltsfoot, dandelion, lesser celandine, cowslip, primrose, marsh marigold, black medick, hedge mustard, wood avens, buttercup, broom and gorse. In the vegetable garden, last year's brassicas are a-flutter with delicate yellow petals. Daffodils still dance on roadsides. The purpose of all this canary-coloured florescence is unclear, but there are several theories. Flower pigment acts as a signal to pollinators, and with fewer insects around in spring, yellow may be a strong attractant, more visible from a distance than other colours. Yellow also reflects light and heat onto the plant's reproductive organs, pheraps causing them to be more efficient. It may also make the flower a warmer and more comfortable place for the insect to land and gather pollen and nectar. Whatever the reason, all that yellow is certainly cheering."
"July, 30th. The oak is more than a tree. It is a world carpeted in lichens, mosses and liverworts, bristling with ferns, teeming with insects and visited by countless brids and mammals. [...] in earlier times, the jay was responsible for propagating the trees. The birds cache acorns for later use. Those that they press into the ground are sometimes forgotten and grow into saplings."