It is a sanctuary in the middle of a little country town. Protected by white fences, there are miles of rolling grassy fields on the outside. It is a place that embraces summer all year long. A hammock between two oaks. Flowers that bloom with the coming season. Meals enjoyed outdoors whenever the sun is out.
This time of the year the grass is especially lush. I run my toes through it as I meander about taking photos. There is an arch smothered in beautiful, magenta English roses. Beyond it is a cutting garden overrun with Shasta daisies. Of all this sights to marvel at, this is my favorite.