Since the Crenshaws manifested their Santa Barbara home with its terraces, gardens, sprawling floor plan, four full bathrooms, and tiny kitchen, they have had more visitors, house guests, drop-ins, passers through than Mom and I combined. Maybe you have been one of them? Maybe you have felt the loving atmosphere? The coffee in the morning while watching the rising sun in the east? Perhaps you have taken walks on the beach or strolled downtown with your Crenshaw escorts? Wine and pu-pu's on ht terrace in the cool afternoon shade? Most guests get the elegant dining experience at the Neches house, where G. Kitty makes a gourmet meal and PT pontificates and discusses any and all things from his armchair. If you are a Crenshaw, you know this magic. You hunger for it, because it seems like there is never enough time. Just remember to sink in and soak while you are home, doing all the things you love, being fully emersed in the present, knowing that your home is a magical, special place where visitors get their cups filled and you help do the pouring.
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