Everyone has a happy place. Some maybe a cozy chair by the fireplace, another's may be their summer cottage at the lake, Mine happens to be my back porch. You have probably heard me say this more than once, but it bears repeating year after year, summer after summer. It was my idea to have someone construct our screened porch about 25 years ago, my sweetie was perfectly content with the concrete slab we called a patio, but my dreams went further. Since it was my idea/dream and at the time I was working full-time, which meant there was money in the pocket book, I boldly said, "I'll pay for it." Well, 25 years later and thousands of mornings, noons, afternoons and nights spent there, I never ever regretted that bold statement. The peace, the quiet, the views I see from the back porch is where my happy place resides.
When I went to Texas in April with my friend, Jeanne from "Butterfly Metamorphosis" she had just purchased a Tamron 150-600mm lens. The sights she could capture with that lens made my jealous little heart pitter patter. I held off buying that lens almost 2 months, yes I said months, not years (at my age you don't wait years for anything!) and finally after a 2 month deliberation I sallied (ie: an outburst or flight of passion) up and ordered it from Amazon. Now, at this point you must be wondering what does this paragraph have to do with the one above - my happy place?
Exclamation forth-coming. My happy place, which also includes the land surrounding said porch, is filled with birds, bees, blooms, and small animals all of which I can now capture with this lovely 150-600 mm lens. Which increases the happiness 10 fold or I should say 600 mm fold.
I walked out into the back yard this morning and found this....
A Robin just finishing his morning shower,
A hummingbird ready for more nectar,
A Yellow Finch perched on the feeder,
A bee nosing it's way inside a Penstemon,
A rose blooming,
And what would my backyard be without Cinder and Toby. They enjoy the porch and the backyard as much as I do. Grey hairs are coming in abundance on Cinder's face, but she is still as spry as ever.
And Toby stopped to smell the flowers.... PS they both need a good grooming.
I am sure you have that special place that makes you happy. We would love to hear where your's is.