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My New ‘Holy Place’

My New ‘Holy Place’

My mind is blank, or blanker, than normal. My desire to post something appears to be stronger than the actual ability to say something of note. I will push forward though, I want to be in my Holy Place.

As I sit on my backyard patio where the desire to post first struck me I can smell freshly cut hay. Across the street from our house, from our backyard, are fields. Some are planted with hay and many are full of orchards. Some are in the midst of construction, of what I’m not sure.

Occasionally I hear our chimes ring out. One set is of a low and church bell-like gong and the other a tinkle and soft sounding note. Both I like, but perhaps they’d best be represented singly, alone in their sounds of breeze. Unfortunately in the complex in which we live they are not allowed in the front yards. Don’t want to upset the neighbours I guess. Chimes are not the only thing banned from the front. Any kind of gew-gaw¬†(always thought it was ‘geegaw’), lawn ornament, name plate, any signs of personality or individuality are frowned upon.

Not that I’m bitter, cuz I’m not. I understand rules but I know there’s always someone willing to break them or at minimum push boundaries. In this case that’s us, but we do it discretely. All our gnomes, pots, trinkets and misc. stuff are placed in such a manner as to minimize negative attention, mostly. You may have noticed our pink flamingo in the image above the post.

It’s starting to sprinkle now. It has been drizzling on and off for the last few hours, a much needed reprieve from the heat. I had originally thought of walking to the local pub (Brandt’s) to write but the liquid sun and a desire to make use of my yard kept me back. ¬†After-all my yard should be my castle, my new “Holy Place“, and I do like it. Brandt’s just seems to provide me with the ability to free-think a little more. Maybe (probably) the Black and Tan they build for me. Instead I’ll grab an Old Milwaukee from my fridge and pretend.

I do like it here, in the backyard, on our ‘lanai’. It may not sound like it but I do. I wish it were quieter with fewer street sounds. I wish I didn’t see power lines, I wish I had a laptop table so I didn’t have to perch my laptop across my legs LOL. I wish, but mostly I wish this to be my new Holy Place.