My oldest friend, almost my twin, and her family spent a weekend recently with us on Sequoia Gardens. They had come to spread her mom’s ashes where they had spread her dad’s two years earlier, but also for her sons to be reacquainted with the farm and many childhood memories, and their families to get to know it. No greater tribute to my father and my dedication – not to mention that of our staff – over 35 years can be paid than to see the experience through her lens…
Thank you, Lynette!
And now I must pick a pic to add to this post…
Ons loop die pad tesame.
Or perhaps this one – The Mothers’ Garden, to commemorate Louis’ and my mother. I didn’t even tell you of that. And now it will commemorate yours too.
Sequoia Gardens 
It is lovely to have a garden imbue such a profound sense of place. It’s a real tribute to Sequoia gardens….