This California party had an end date all along, but we kept that tucked in the back of the drawer, and celebrated all the fun-shine that came our way for days and weeks. Family time fueled us in every possible way, except for the ability to say goodbye. So, we slipped out the back Irish style with a tall pile of deliciously joyful memories.
In the most auspicious of circumstances, we have found ourselves living in a paradise garden for the last five weeks. “Gardens of Paradise take their name from the old Persian pairi dez , meaning “surrounded by a wall”. Transliterated into the Greek as paradeisos and henceforth known to us as Gardens of Paradise , they are in essence self-contained refuges for flora and fauna, with humans as their keepers and end users” (AKDN). Walled in by bamboo we are indeed separated from the bustling complexity of this Los Angeles world yet are connected to earth, water, fire and air in this sacred place, filled with morning light, afternoon sunshine, and a whole changing sky above. Here, in this garden, one finds paradise.
Spending a summer month in Cali with this guy is simply the best. We are quite lucky with family actually: it’s an easy breezy love with this crew from morning to night.
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