Everyone needs a happy spot. It’s a place to reflect and improve your outlook. My patio works for me, early mornings with a cup of coffee or late afternoons with a glass of wine. If am not in a happy state of mind when I arrive, my mood improves as I linger. It’s a lot about the view. From here, the horizon expands to fields and forest in one direction, to pasture and river and more forest in another. I feel smaller here. My worries and cares tend to shrink a bit, too.
This morning, the Adirondack chairs were damp with last night’s rain. I didn’t mind, the sun was so warm and welcoming. Field grasses are tall and ripening quickly into full heads of grain. Our little islands in the river are covered with wild phlox, splotched end to end in pinks and purples. Irises in full bloom release a sweet scent into the sunshine where I sit. Bright begonias, fuchsia, fern and ivy are my companions, along with the birds. I lose track after robins, sparrows, red winged blackbirds, goldfinch and hummingbirds. They are busy about their morning business, filling the air with birdsong and fluttering wing in search of breakfast and defending their nests.
And as I read the psalmist words, I muse: he must have known a place quite like this.
Let the heavens be glad, and the earth rejoice!
Let the sea and everything in it shout his praise!
Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy!
Let the trees of the forest rustle with praise…
(Psalm 96: 11-12)