Work had been quick , my chores as an assistant gardener., were set in motion , and completed in order. The estate was well groomed, and not at all unusual in comparison to the estates south ,,,or west. It was this time of year,, Summer was well underway, and my venturing down most back roads in this exclusive hideaway for the wealthy was routine. There on the last and to the left was one common dwelling, a farm house. It may have been a dwelling for a working family as I found out later it was. ,owned by a Mahoney Family. The road grew curiously narrow, one section of finely pruned privet,, seemingly not a twig left that was not trim. A proud ocean breeze,, drew me into the opposite side of this narrow crooked road. It was only feet across, then my foot became lodged in my bicycle pedal. Losing my balance,, and clumsily ,regaining my grip on the traveling bicycle. This first glance at my future,, unknown to me ,, then and for some time . Time ,it was here I was time,, this great house knew of no such time. I was thunderstruck,, with the mansion at Grey Gardens. Racing in my mind, were thoughts,, building on each ,,as to the how such a great estate existed ,,hidden,, overgrown,, with a presence greater then any of the fine estates along the very sea in which it stood. This was my first day in the discovery that has walked me thru my life,, as I had planed and one day would walk to the front door of this great mansion. It was Grey GARDENS, my heart told me, that in time I would know, and be part of this place. Today is a Summer Day ,,splendid in the heat of its proud light,, not unlike the very first Summer Day I found Grey Gardens.