This is a trilogy of film poems composed around the theme of the garden. In the first one, Round the Garden, Tait films her garden with shots of the plants and flowers and gives us a 360 degree view of a never-ending circular Eden. The second piece, Garden Fliers, is pure animated mastery, with floral motifs hand-scratched on the negative. Grove acts as a wild close with a series of fixed shots of threes where the poem of the same name is read like praise to a place that is as sacred as it is unrepeatable. The garden is the ideal corner to leave the eyes of what was her last film. The only thing left to do is to lie down to rest, like the black cat in the fresh grass, which is portrayed as the only king in this paradise.