At the end of this wonderful garden- series I would like to recommend two famous, very artistic and modern novels which are playing in the gardens and describe the beauty of those places carefully and poetically as a kind of paradise during the course of the seasons:
1. Jan Siebelink, Knielen op een bed violen ( a liefde-roman, it is very sad that a horrible, inhuman kind of Protestant religion destroys this paradise and the family);
2. Undine Gruenter, Der verschlossene Garten /De sloten tuin (I don’tknow if this novel is yet translated into Dutch, it should be..)- a liefde-roman, too, between an elder man and a joung woman till an other man will come… and the garden exists only in the memory as a kind of (lost) paradise.