In Val Doane wandering through the desktop background landscape. Almost too strange to consider it beautiful. Between the boulders on the right side of the river: it reminded me a lot of a garden I would visit when I was a kid. The short grass between the trees and rocks made for these alcoves that felt private yet this wasn't a garden. It really felt like a gardener had been here. There was a similar feeling to the garden up Poloipoli Rd and across from the mulberry tree. Also the place that my mom chased my stroller when it started to roll away down the hill and she skinned her knees. I heard that as a story. But the mulberry tree and across was a farm or maybe it was a house and wandering through these secret areas felt like a children's book. I might also be confusing the location. It could have also been Natalia's grandmother's garden or the farm across the street where the duck ran away to.