I started thinking about my happy place. At first, I didn't think I had one. Sad, isn't it? But don't worry . . . it wasn't long before I realized that I most certainly do . . . right in my back yard.
Yep. Right outside my door.
I realized it on Sunday, as I approached the pool and saw this . . .
My little piece of heaven, right there, in my own back yard.
It truly is my happy place.
For here the telephone is far away in the house, and cannot be heard. The computer and television are all behind closed doors. The toys, the books, the laundry, the dishes, and all the little signs of our chaotic life are all far, far away. And I feel . . . happy.
When I am in this little blow up pool, it's me, my family, and my sunflowers.
These sunflowers are like the ocean to me, I guess . . . in a strange sort of way. I can stare at them for hours at a time, floating from flower to flower, just as the golden finches and bumble bees who visit them do. I watch as new blossoms open before my very eyes, and smile as more and more of the seeds are eaten by our feathered friends.
The girls will splash and play behind me, but it doesn't interrupt the calm state I'm in. And I haven't a care in the world . . . for the hour, or two or three that I am there, I don't worry about a thing.
Occasionally the girls will convince me to join in a game of Marco Polo, or to perhaps assist in a little Tidal Wave action. We laugh and splash and laugh some more. Then moments later, I return to my happy state . . .
Yep, right there.
Happy Summer, my friends . . . may you spend much time in your Happy Place!