LIFE |
I Grew a Sitting Garden BY BARBARA FRASER
As
a young teen, I would stare out the window as we drove through the Santa Cruz Mountains, and I could smell the fragrance of the forest floor and watched as the dust danced in the air where the sunbeams wove between the trees. The majestic redwoods soared two hundred feet above us, and the scent of the ocean was just a memory as we arrived at the estate. This oasis in my life is now known as Montalvo Arts Center in the foothills of Saratoga, California. But back in my childhood, this was just the sanctuary from everyday life that I needed very badly; it was a magical place known to me only as Villa Montalvo.
WEST FLANK, LOOKING NORTH, VILLA MONTALVO HISTORIC AMERICAN BUILDINGS SURVEY (LIBRARY OF CONGRESS)
