Largarticos (little lizards) like ancient alligators slowly came out to join me one-by-one in the natural setting, perhaps knowing that I was greatly amused by their push-ups and no great threat to their existence. I, (and they) gloried in the warmth and abundance of the life-giving rays of the sun. It was clear that this place was settled a long time ago. Almonds ready for harvest spilled down onto a generous bank of flowers growing in the center garden, like waiting treats for deer at dusk. Was I in the throws of sun worshipping at the top of a mother mound, I wondered?
Maybe tomorrow would be a good time to take the same liberty on the east-facing patio this time sitting in the shadow of a giant Avocado Tree and nearby pine looming above the grape arbor and paved stone patio that reminded me of the lushness described in the hanging gardens of Babylon, before it all came to an abrupt end. The place was Mission style, Spanish-Moorish and ample, at least that is what I was thinking 10 years ago, at the outset of this spirit-filled journey.