There's something about childish play that my mom has never let go of. I see it in her art studio, the gifts she gives and her garden.
Her artwork and stories reflect characters and their lifestyles which can only be found in a fantasy garden. Although I do not have any of her artwork, I do have a copy of one of her stories. "The Bog".
Her gardens have become homes for adopted Gnomes, fairies and insects. Notice how Mama Gnome clings to her baby outside of their boot home while Papa Gnome cautiously watches passerbys such as us.
Nothing beats California weather when it comes to gardening and a dip in the pool.
Occasionally a rescue is needed from the swimming pool.
Caught me taking a picture of "me taking a picture" of mom. There is plenty to see and learn about in her garden. I probably should ask her how many different plant species she has. The reply would either be "alot" or "not nearly enough".
A perfect place for lemonade or tea.
If this is what an empty nester's backyard looks like, I can hardly wait! But I'm certain that the inner Hippy Chick in me would use banner flags or Moroccan decor.
My parents have their HOME SWEET HOME.
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