From a window, we watch men growing vegetables in a communal garden. The sounds come from inside the house; the filmmaker whispers, as if to herself, fragments from Claude Lévi-Strauss’ Tristes Tropiques. The reading sets the rhythm of a gardening season, the story of a journey without movement. The anthropologist’s words, recalling his travels, meet Roger’s present: the garden and the neighbours she observes from her window. An immobile journey through the immemorial time of caring for plants and friendships.