Every once in a while, I get out of my rut. My rut is the comfort zone where I am comfortable. It's my rut because I made it doing what I want to do. Mine has veered very little in the 10 years since I retired. Everyone should have a rut of their own. 

This was a Monet exhibit at the oceanfront. Dark, soft music, moving images, and very relaxing. No excitement, rush of adrenaline, or noise. Just the kind of place/thing that makes me smile.

Image from Pinterest

As a retired librarian I finally have time to read for leisure. No more policy statements, computer manuals, or textbooks.  I can spend an afternoon in Maine without leaving my couch.  

But I do leave my couch to shop, go to church, and work in my garden. 

Life is good and I'm very thankful.  It's a small life but small is fine by me.

Happy Flower

When I step out on my deck, I get a big hello from my Gerber daisies.  They are much larger now compared to when I planted them.  I guess they thrive on the same things I do...

Good roots, fresh water, sunshine, and a smile from a passerby.  These flowers don't travel, don't do amazing things, or compete with other flowers.  They are happy with who they are and where they are planted.  Me too.

I probably don't smell as sweet but that's okay.