I live on a hilly, one car at a time, Lane, some mornings I get to walk in my intimate neighborhood, alone.
I take my time, zigzagging from flower to flower like a butterfly not sure which way to fly.
Right now, everything is in bloom, bright brilliant colors in their Sunday’s best, ready for admiring eyes.
My neighbors take beautiful care of their small yards.
We all live close together, all trying to capture the feeling of living within nature.
Each here intentionally.
All with the common story, “I was so thankful when we found this place and we can’t image living anywhere else in Southern California now that we know it exists.”