1. My old Lemon Tree "Time, that great sculptor." This is the title of a work by Marguerite Yourcenar. The soul does not perish; it journeys instead through a timeless dimension. Dry leaves are lifted by the wind, returning richer as they cling to the wall. They bring with them memories, images, music, and the words we continue to shape." 1. My balcony Above all, I love my home. Even though it bears the marks of time and occasional neglect. I adore the balcony, especially on summer nights, listening to the crickets and other sounds I cannot recognize, yet that keep me attentive. Recently, I allowed a large part of it to be covered by a vast wisteria, planted by my mother shortly before she passed. I must admit I hesitated at first, but she insisted — and she was right. Our love for beautiful things united us, even amid constant disagreements. In spring, the flowers are breathtaking and delicately scented. In summer, the almost wild foliage brings welcome coolness and shields me from prying eyes, without diminishing the unique feeling of a secret garden.