In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Happy Place.”
When I was young my happy place was the golf course. I loved the game of golf, it restored and revived me, you might say it drove me. My body let me down I can no longer play the game of golf, unless it’s on a computer.
Another place that always restored my groove was a hunting place, for deer, waterfowl, or pheasants. Another happy place was fishing, it could be from shore, from a boat, or off from our dock at the edge of the lake, even through a hole in the ice.
One major happy place was growing a very large garden, all kinds of vegetables, even asparagus. I live where there is about nine months of winter. My wood shop was one more place to find that old groove.
My body no longer allows me to find my groove in any of these places. I only hope that I will find my new happy place in my blog site. My Mixed Blog and I should get along just fine.
I was very fortunate to have several happy places.