My grandmother's garden was divided. There was the big part behind the house, where the roses and stone walls were. In front of the house there was a road, and that's where the big fir tree stood like a monument. Behind it was yet another garden, with some vegetable beds, but between them and the tree was one of my favourite places in the world: a summer house, or an arbour, made entirely of lilac bushes. On nice days my cousins and I would play in there, or everybody would just come out with coffee trays and we would have cake in there.