It is June 15, 1767, in Paris someone is playing pallacorda, Viola is playing blind, Violante d’Ondariva is going in search of Amaryllis. At the same time in Grasse in the south of France Jean-Honoré-Nicolas-Fragonard, paints a woman looking at the sky from the swing, branches looking at the woman, flowers looking at putti. Meanwhile, in Rondò, Cosimo Piovasco di Rondò, decides to climb a tree and never return to earth. It is an October day in 1787, someone in London buys a small cedar from Lebanon, which arrives in Livorno, which then arrives in Lucca, while in Hollywood, California, a child climbs a pepper tree to stay there thirty-four days. It is an August day in 1994 and at the bottom of a canyon in the Blue Mountains, a park ranger finds a tiny Wollemia nobilis, a plant not seen since the dinosaur era.

What if there was a time of day during which plants began to talk? To stretch out arms, roots, and leaves, to tell and tell themselves, what language, what geometry would they speak to us about? What do you see from up here, and from there? How do you move, who are your neighbors, who were they once, what sounds do you hear, what verses? Where have your seeds flown? Adapted plants, dreaming plants, rebellious plants, we look at them from above, but they have been watching us from time immemorial, very ancient. Between Arcadia, and true stories, in the company of the Baron in the Trees, and Italo Calvino, a journey through the lives and stories of the inhabitants of the Botanical Garden of Lucca.