Really, it is so restful that the building suggests a big yellow tabby purring sleepily in the sunshine.

I sat on the veranda, or piazza, taking a sun-bath, in a happy dream or doze, until the condition of nirvana was almost attained.

What day of the week was it?
And the season?
Who could tell?
And who cares?
Certainly no one has the energy to decide it.

Last year, going there to spend one day, I remained for five weeks, hypnotized by my environments--beguiled, deluded, unconscious of the flight of time, serenely happy.

Many come for a season, and wake up after five or six years to find it is now their home.