Anyone who knows Atak's paintings knows that a garden painted by him is long overdue. Those who are not yet familiar with them will want a garden and all of Atak's books after reading this one. Because in them, and in all his paintings, the garden is already laid out. With flowers, trees, and creatures. There is a swing, there are blossoms, there are cherries. The laundry flutters in the wind, and when the wind goes home, something returns. Peace, silence.

"The garden breathes time, and time breathes as a garden. I go into the garden in the evening to breathe. I touch the new blossoms as if I were petting my dog. Pat your possessions, caress your friends, and observe the changes. Patting, caressing, observing—these are the tasks of a garden lover."

And you don't even need to have a garden for that, just this book: the pure joy of nature. A garden that you can never get enough of.