Released from the songs of the Rothschild birds, the garden turns in on itself and becomes a place of quiet reflection and beauty. Even the insects have briefly moved on and only softly falling leaves provide the occasional stirring. What remains are the essence of the famous story with the green leaves and the brown of the vine preserving the spirit of Rothschild Bird.
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