Our favorite backyard, the one beyond the deck we built, the shaggy carpet of grass and thick blanket of flowers between the kitchen window and the work shop, surfboards in soft colors lining the walls, the sand and stone and the outdoor shower lined with ferns and eucalyptus. Golden gazing balls shine in the green, lighting the fur of the cat as she sleeps in a house made of daffodils. James Brown on the record player behind the glass doors, where your own sleep calls, just a little nap after a morning surf, then tea and class, and home again.