Brief* Garden Here I sit, in my lamplit bungalow, with the warm thick rain drumming on the roof and leaking through the holes, with a glass of gin … and from the boys’ quarters the tentative tooting of flutes. Donald Friend, Diaries, May 13, 1958   We turn off from the Galle Road to the Bawa Estate and its tropical house enshrined as a gallery. Here a riot of rainforest gardens, random fountains, the famed satyr gateposts, usher you in.   Friend’s mural’s a paean to one-time Ceylon, a jubilant mapping of palace and temples, of village and street…