We just got back from a little holiday where we spent a few days lolling around the lake with my grandparents. My grandparents live in a lakeside Mecca that they have spent the last 45 years perfecting. My Great Grandfather was a rose breeder so naturally, my grandmother takes great pride in her garden–and boy does she have a good one. It’s a sprawling garden of wild flowers and roses, distinguished by moss stone pathways, charming bird houses and sweet little hummingbirds whizzing around. It frames a steep grass hill that leads straight to the lake and, to me, it embodies perfection. The lake is calm, perfect for a peaceful glass of wine or tea and there are gorgeous lily pads along the shore. Life is slow by the lake. This is Grandma’s Dream House.