The Main Entrance

 

 
A real garden, where one
can enter and forget the world, 
cannot be made in a week or a
month or a year. It must be 
planned for, and waited for and 
loved into being.
                    - Chinese Proverb
 
 
The large Valley Oak or White Oak (Quercus lobata) just outside the garden’s main entrance is at least 300 to 400 years old. Today, as you stand in the tree’s shade, you are the child of the modern suburban world and you walked here from your parent’s car in the parking lot. One hundred years ago, in 1900, if you had been standing here, you would have been the child of an American sheep or cattle ranch in the Conejo Valley and you rode your horse here. Two hundred years ago, in 1800, if you had been standing here, you would have been the child of a Spanish cattle rancho in the Conejo Valley and you rode your horse here. Three hundred years ago, in 1700, if you had been standing here, you would have been a child of a Chumash Native American village near the Conejo Valley and you might have walked here from where Westlake Village is today.
 
Inside the gate the path takes you along trails with manyof the native plants that have grown in the Conejo Valley long before anyone arrived here.