The earth turns, first light stains the horizon. A finch darts over the garden wall, over the Pagoda, over the redwoods and the Berberis Dell. Mossy trees wearing bracket fungus wave evergreen fingers towards the Temperate House, where tubs froth cadmium geraniums. Lines of red oak and Norway spruce border wide vistas which lead through shrubberies to the rye-thatched cottage in the woods. Rotten branches litter the floor, the air smells of soil.