What you see is material.

You can pick it up, smell it, admire it and eat it.

But what I have truly been doing is setting Spanish iris for yards down one side of the bed of your stream.

When I left it was a foot and a half high Peter, and every blue that the sky ever knew in its loveliest moments, and a yellow that is the concentrated essence of the best gold from the heart of California.

Oh, Peter, there is enchantment in the way I set it.