Happy Places

Everyone has their happy place. 

I think mine is somewhere between a freshly bloomed lily and a happy wild mess of zinnas.

For some, it might be sitting by your best friend in a sunny pasture.

Others might find it in the satisfaction of hard work turned into a year's supply of garlic.

 

Or in that miniscule space between sky and ground at the top of a mountain.

 

 

 Or maybe between the four legs of a colt you've raised.

 (Who recognizes this little boy, Guster, from last winter?)

All grown up now!

 And lots of people (myself included) discover it in the diminishing light of a setting sun across crashing waves.

Or in that ring of slightly warmer sand around a beach fire.

 

 Wherever your happy places are, I hope this summer is providing you lots of time to enjoy them and explore new ones!