Solo....I had a very similar situation during my childhood...except it was with my grandmother, on her farm, deep in the mountains of West Virginia...Her siblings lived on neighboring farms.....I lived there until I was school age...and then moved to the city with my mother..I went back, every holiday and every summer..
Solo--your very words..."peace, serenity, beauty, love, and creativity"...describe, perfectly what I first experienced on that farm and in the woodlands.....
I use those memories of that place, and the feelings that come with them, as my "safe place" to go, in my mind... I can transport myself there, any time that I want to or need to....those memories...they are my precious treasures..