I'm one inch tall and I'm standing on an eighteen inch high mound of compost and sandy loam. That's a nine story tall hill of turkey turds and decomposed granite and I'm King of the Hill.
 
It's wonderful in here. Incredible. Shady and cool.
 
The squash plants soar above me seventy-two feet, forest trees, filtering the light through their leaves and between them. They are enormous, elephant canopy ears. They face upwards to collect the rain, channeling it down their stems to soak the hardwood mulch and their foundational roots. I see the veins of each leaf pumping full blast sunshine into sugar, energy, growing things I'll eat when I'm bigger again.
 
The Yellow Squash turn in on themselves, perfect musical clefs. The Zucchini stretch into sun-powered submarines, fifty of me long, a football field of perfect roundular geometry. The pumpkin already is as big as an orange balloon, carrying me up the shafts of Sunflowers.
 
Three, sky-scraping Sunflower shafts to a mound, thrusting up and out of the enter-twisting, twining squash blossoms and vines, green-yellow high-rises snorkeling above the wash of bug-sized humans and human-sized bugs. Sunflowers are the Freedom Towers, capped by a giant smiley face, the IT of the Garden. 
 
I leave the cool pumpkin leaf shadow beneath and rise. 
 
Five hundred seventy-six feet. Eight feet to the old me. Almost two football fields. Fifty stories up in my pumpkin balloon. The flower, sixty foot wide, sucks me into Nirvana, a yellow geometric spiraling clockwise and counter, perfection, an organic black hole that I enter. My event, horizon.
 
And I arrive to a place and to a scale I can type on keys so you can see what I see.
 
Living Architecture is all about crawling into the garden of my clients, reducing this SELF to the smallest possible component, so I can see, so I can feel, so I can experience what it is that my client, her architecture, my garden, desires.
 
Lynn and I were down in the garden last night, away from everything architectural, in the middle of architecturally everything. Lynn shared her fantasy of walking one inch tall on the squash mounds, under the squash leaves. I shared with her, my always present fantasy, of floating in a pumpkin balloon, above the yellow Sunflowers.
 
Now, we share it with you.
 
When it's time to design YOUR HOME, become a Lady Bug and know your garden.
 
LIVE your friggin' Architecture!