Everyone has their happy place. The place they like to go to think. A place where you find your mind drifting into a state of contentment. Well, during the winter months I spend less time in my special thinking spot, however, that is only due to the temperature. When the mercury drops below zero there becomes more of a sense of urgency. I have to say though... I still get some great thinking in.
In the early summer months there is a new sense of urgency. No matter how much wood ash or lime you put down in the hole you can't stop the bugs. To think, I have had the same copy of "Lord of the Flies" sitting in the outhouse now for 6 years and I still can't seem to control them. I figured if I read it enough I would become their master. This is not the case at all. The opposite has occurred.
It is all about the spring months before the bugs and the fall before the cold. Those are truly magical times.
Thank you happy place. Hopefully you won't have to be moved another 6 feet down the hill within the next year.
