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.
I was very fortunate to have several happy places.