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My happy place

My friend Mel wrote a post that resonated with me. I must take a trip back over there and comment on it. Because I so get it. I am a fretter (and, spell-check, I don't care if you don't think that is a word). I worry. I ponder. I worry some more. I often wait for the other shoe to drop, as she said.

But even though sometimes anxiety gets the best of me, I still continue to be a fairly optimistic person. I try to see the bright side. I count my blessings often. I take pleasure in little things, and I take pleasure in meaningless things. But whatever puts a smile on your face, so long as it is not a detriment to yourself and others, well, it can't be all that bad.

As I have posted about a handful of times, Phipps is my happy place. As I have also said a number of times, it was the best $75 I spent almost two years ago, and was again one of the best uses of $75 this past January (or maybe December) when I renewed.

I purchased a dual membership, which has allowed me to take several coworkers, my mom, my daughter, and a few friends. I tend to go about once every other month; I should go every month, considering I can walk there from work in about 12 minutes, have time to do a quick spin, and still get back to work having spent only a lunch hour.

My mom was in town for a quick visit this weekend. I took her to the Fall Flower Show, and it was, as usual, beautiful. Calming. Lovely. Tranquil. Awe-inspiring. Vibrant. It is my happy place.

The show runs for only another couple of weeks, but it is a nice one. I took about 20 pictures, and posted some below. I will probably go back one more time before the show ends. If you can't make it, enjoy these.

The East Room is my favorite room; nothing spectacular here; just nice

The water displays are one of my favorites in the Victoria Room

Just a cool-looking plant in one of the rooms



The Broderie Room (I wish you could walk among the paths)

The Desert Room is the least interesting to me, but that day I noticed, for the first time, a Joshua Tree

Rooftop Edible Garden

Sunken Gardens


Serpentine Room

Serpentine Room



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