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The garden is the new living room and it's the best one I've ever had. (Garden blogging is the new cramped office blogging.)

Ten days in my new sweet cottage and life is exactly that: sweet.

The pool glistens, the breeze wafts, and my god: landlords that serve you margaritas on warm, lazy Sunday afternoons by the pool are, well, just the best effing landlords ever.

And to answer the question that keeps getting asked: Yes, I get naked at the pool. Of course I do.

Hello, Los Angeles. I am (once again) yours.