They didn’t plan to fall in love. That’s how it always starts. It was just supposed to be a Sunday drive. A detour through a neighborhood called Northcrest…The house stood there first. Dark green. Private. Daring them to come closer…They held their breath as they walked up the front steps. The trees watched. It was California contemporary with a low-pitched roof and a dogwood tree in full bloom. She turned to him before he opened the front door and said, “if I could have this house, I’d be happy the rest of my life!” He looked in her eyes and said, “Well then I guess we’ll have to buy it!”
He was a new architect starting his career. They moved in March of 1974. The house opened its arms to welcome them home. Wood ceilings vaulted and natural. Light wandered in through big windows touching creamy white walls…