Amid the crumbled walls of a grand old house, a rectangular basin reflects the sky’s quiet gaze. Rosa Cooperí and Mme Alfred Carrière climb the stone, their pale blooms soft against weathered edges. Lipstick Wisteria drapes its vibrant tendrils, weaving color into the ruins' whispers.

Terracotta pots cradle lemon trees, their citrus scent mingling with the wildflowers that carpet the ground. Crinum Bianco’s pristine trumpets rise like echoes of purity, while Amarillide Bella Donna flaunts its late-season beauty in shades of pink. Through broken openings, Torrecchia’s domain unfolds—a tapestry of forest and field. Here, time lingers, a serene pause between past and present.

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