When I was about 10 years old, I was invited to visit my friend Lou-Lou’s house in Bel Marin Keys. My schoolmate had never mentioned anything about home and I had no expectations other than to play games, eat candy and watch movies. As it often happens when visiting someone’s home, her life unfolded as I walked through the doors. I encountered calm and serene house, nothing standing out with the exception of several older sisters coming and going. To my surprise her mom gave me direct attention and was obviously delighted by our child-adult conversation. When the opportunity arose, we ventured outside and suddenly all my senses came to life. Her mom had the most beautiful garden sanctuary I had ever seen. It was child friendly and we able to tromp wherever we wanted without fear of reprimand. The wild flowers and plants were intentionally unkempt; it was perfect and welcoming. Their colors made the most delightful bouquets and changed throughout the day. The wrought iron garden furniture with stripped patterned pillows fit in as if they grew there themselves. The feeling this Mediterranean garden evoked was so strong, I wanted to root myself to the ground and never leave – and in a way, I never did. xo~L
