The villagers say that Leandro Balseiro planted irises and anemones of a delicate mauve, that the cradle of his baby Clara was a hydrangea bush, and that the little girl’s only food was sucking the sugary petals of the Ceylon amaryllis. Two generations on, and an art action group championed by the same little girl, Clara Balseiro, is taking on an ambitious environmental project to recreate her grandfather’s hanging gardens of Babylon in an abandoned quarry. With her are her teenage son, an amnesiac pianist, an Austrian psychiatrist and a young man with an addiction to the pains of love, all determined to confront the establishment and their own demons. Written in the form of a field diary, this story reads like a rare bloom, an irresistible invitation to rebel, and a manifesto to the environment.