our happy place
we go, sit, rest, and recharge
leave all stress behind.
Note: Me and the kids go to that neighbor sycamore to recharge. It's our happy place.
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Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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GRANDMA NELSON
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
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Comments (3)
I have a happy place too. I love this Haiku βοΈβοΈβοΈ
We all have our own happy places and it's so important. For our mental peace. Loved this!
They look so peaceful <3 A lovely place, Seema <3