Alone in the garden, I ate breakfast while the scents of juniper and rosemary wafted on the breeze. The sun warmed my face, and the call of the brilliantly blue scrub jay rang from the tree canopy above. The scene was about as good as it gets for this mom, who had escaped to a girls weekend in Southern California last February.
I had forgotten how a quiet Minnesota winter can dull my senses — until I woke up in the Ojai Valley, where the temperatures hovered near 60 degrees, citrus trees fill gardens and orchards and birdsong rings in the air. I suddenly felt alive again.
At least that's how it was for me and my girlfriends as we took a break from our kids midwinter.
When I told people about my upcoming trip to this oasis called Ojai, I was often greeted with, "O-what?"
Ojai (pronounced Oh-hi) is roughly 60 miles northwest of Los Angeles, I would explain, only to be met with blank stares.
I had not realized how hidden this gem was until I began planning the trip.
So how did I find out about it? Many moons ago, when I lived in Los Angeles and was recently married, my husband's extremely generous boss had gifted us a weekend away in this charming village in the shadow of the Topatopa Mountains, and we never forgot it.
The town has fewer than 10,000 residents, and is surrounded by mountains, citrus groves, olive groves and vineyards. Its streets are quiet, the homes and landscaping are artwork in themselves, and while walking along admiring the gardens, you might be surprised by the two emus in one neighbor's yard.