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It's my happy place.

*Pardon my French, literally. Correctly, it should read la deuxième partie de quatre. The FrAmerican in the title says “part two of four.” Close enough.

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There are so many things… that’s something to be grateful for in and of itself. But yesterday as I sat in the park enjoying 60+ degree temps and a cool breeze, I thought about how much I love nature and the world around me: seagulls flying and cawing over the heads of geese trying to soak their webbed feet and enjoy some peace and quiet at the lake; the wind making the water wave and move from one side to the other until it reaches the shore far from where it started; the sunlight reflecting off the water in a creek and making me a shadow on the ground below the bridge I was standing on. Later in the day, the moon man so large and close, I could have reached up and kissed him (do you see the face in the moon, too?).

  • Rain that makes puddles and rainbows when the storm is gone.
  • Snow that blankets the world in white and silence.
  • The soothing beach (though sand is gritty and impossible to get off).
  • The ocean that never stops moving (I can’t take the same photo twice).
  • The wind that makes the leaves look like they’re waving hello.
  • As my Monday posts for the past 4 weeks show, the colors of Autumn and the grace and ease with which trees teach us to let go.
  • The bare trees, strong and tall and reaching, in all their naked glory.
  • Sparkling stars in dark blue skies over farms I pass on wandering drives.
  • Even the deer with their freakishly spindly legs holding up those large bodies that you almost can’t see until they’re on the hood of your car (poor not-so-bright creatures).
  • The spiders I let live in my bathroom as long as they stay on their side.
  • The smell of freshly cut grass.
  • Evergreen trees.
  • Lady bugs.
  • Butterflies.

I could go on for days.

If I’m not writing, I’m outside, walking if it’s not too too cold, driving if it is or isn’t. Wandering. Looking. Admiring. Trying to capture the fleetingness of it all, even though I know I can’t really.

Taking in as much as I can, as often as I can. Every single day.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
~William Shakespeare, from “As You Like It”

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Khalil Gibran

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
~Walt Whitman

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As I said I would in the latest issue of Tara’s Take, each Tuesday until we stuff ourselves silly as a nation, I’m writing about Thanksgiving and what I’m grateful for. In the four posts before the holiday, I’m exploring the little things that make life as fun as it can be. I’m all about that, along with tiny moments, connection, silliness, fun, and joy. Click here to read Part Un (One).

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