Changed it some. I'm rarely satisfied the first few times!
Where Could Be A Better Place Than This?
I love the berry patch at Grandma's house, where I used to take a basket for picking. I love that sun-shining, juice-dripping-down-my-chin, I-bet-I-can-pick-more-than-you-can-giggles-and-smiles-kind of berry patch. And I just have to ask you, could there be any place better than this?
But... I also love my little garden in my own backyard, with its out of control wisteria vine, its some dead plants and its some just plain UGLY plants, and the friendly neighborhood turtle who occasionally shows up for Property Inspections. Maybe Mr. Turtle just senses the wondrous mystery of it all, because, honestly... where else in this world could there be so many possibilities for what a place could be someday, than in my own backyard?
But then to... I really love standing with my friends in front of that absolutely enormous beaver dam, on that old Colorado hiking trail, and thinking of Mr. and Mrs. Beaver in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe as I see this Mr. Beaver's fuzzy face. "Is Aslan on the move, Mr. Beaver?" I start to shout, but before those words even have a chance to pop from my mouth, Mr. Beaver makes a nose dive straight into the water. Beavers are just downright shy when they're not needed in battle, I'm guessing.
I've got to admit, though....I absolutely love walks along the beach, feeling the sand ooze out from under my feet as the ocean does its "I love you, I love you not" kind of back and forth dance. I don't know if the ocean loves me, but I sure do love it, even though it is rather loud and pushy. Come to think of it, its disposition is just downright salty. Still, I think it secretly enjoys the gasps of breathless awe and admiration it gets every day, and I wonder..."Ocean, are you glad I came?"
But, I've got to tell you... more than anything... I love standing by my sweet friend who's beaten cancer back two times - two times - as she suddenly spies, not a single, but a double rainbow in that cool, filled-up-with-color Colorado sky. And now, I just have to ask you, where else would anyone want to be, feasting on a double dose of multi-colored hope, except right here in this very spot, staring up into the sky with the sweet friend who's beaten cancer back two times?
And... I'm sitting right now in a cozy little chair by the lamp in my livingroom. It's late. My husband is sleeping and my daughter has finally stopped dragging herself to the couch mumbling something about counting and sheep refusing to jump over fences... and I'm tired and I need sleep, too... but first I just have to ask you, where else could a chair be so cozy and memories shine as brightly as the Northern star? Where could be a better place than this?
