My Windsor Hills (tell us your story)

I always like to say that the hills of Windsor Hills raised me.  I grew up in the neighborhood during a time when kids left home in the morning during the summer  after breakfast and did not return until lunch.  After lunch, we hit the streets again; not returning until dinner.  Like the old television show Cheers, everybody knew your name.  Your name, your parents name, and where you lived.  It was a place that watched over you and comforted you.

Upon returning from the West Coast after a decade of living life in Los Angeles, I knew I wanted to return to Windsor Hills.  My Windsor Hills is special because my brother and his wife live a few blocks away and because my cousin and her family live almost directly behind my home.  It's special because of the faces and places and people who care for each other, their homes, and the health and safety of our community.

Some of my best memories as a child were of my parents working in the yard, my mother working on her flowers, my father digging beds to suit her designs.  We were yard people.  My favorite time of the year now is spring.  This is when I begin to layout my plan that I've worked on all winter for my own garden on my little plot in Windsor Hills.  I'm more of an herb gardener.  There is nothing I love more than picking herbs to add to dishes, drinks, lotions and all kinds of potions that I cook up in my kitchen.  

That is where you will find me. Where will we find you in Windsor Hills?  What is your story?  Please share in the comments below.

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