fter the fall, there is always a road home — and it should not hurt to walk it. Return to Eden is that road: smaller forms, softer curves, quieter motors, objects that ask nothing of you but curiosity.
For first-timers, for the long-hesitant, for anyone returning to pleasure after years of not asking for it. Nothing intimidating. Nothing that announces itself. Just the garden, waiting patiently, the way it always has.