Glade? Again a closed world? No, it is quite something else here. This is a universe of its own in the garden. A world, on the other side of the world and one that can be crossed without realising it. That is because we are in the world of trees. Lunar birch, oaks ascending to the heaven. These giants are more than just secular in the path of the minds and souls leading from the invisible to the visible and which make gardeners of us. It is here that naturally arises on summer evenings, the only approach to human perfection, ..... music.