The garden is dead. How is your life after the death of the garden?

The garden was a magical place that, no matter where you were or what you were doing, the garden was always in view. It was a beautiful place full of trees, grass, and flowers. There were bees, butterflies, and other things. There were multiple types of animals as well living in the garden. It was the perfect place to live. There was clean water supply and no one needed to work for a living. The garden could provide for all of us. It could provide whatever we wanted all the time. We never wanted for anything. And then the garden died. How is your life now that the garden is nothing more than a piles of ash?