Our Happy Place
Colored vases catch the morning sun and wink at the day
On the ancient wagon wheels, the birds perch. They view an old wood cabin, its boards rough hewn. A stack of logs sits in the tarnished brass basket, waiting for the stove. Thick webs drape under the corner eaves, from spiders unknown. A sign on the red door announces, “THIS IS OUR HAPPY PLACE.” A dim yellow bulb hangs from the ceiling, while colored vases catch the sun, and wink at the day. The Mrs. is awake, bustling around the back room near the porch. The cottontails lope through the yellow flowers, nibbling on the sour grass stems. Bacon is sizzling on the stove, and blueberry muffins are in the oven.Another morning stirs to life, under the redwoods, on Hudson Lane.
I want to live there, too. I have a blow up bed that would fit in any corner of your happy place
A simply beautiful post, Sharon!