Penguin left Polar Bear his adventure map. He didn’t need it anymore. Because the best part of having an adventure is coming home!
from: Penguin’s Big Adventure
by: Salina Yoon
from: Penguin’s Big Adventure
by: Salina Yoon
My mom and dad liked to take day trips. We could do that in Northeastern Ohio where the Smucker’s factory and Thomas Edison’s homestead were only a couple of hours away. We went to Niagara Falls, the Apple Butter Festival in Burton and one of my favorites, the Natural History Museum. (The actual recipe for making a shrunken head was printed on the little sign under a display of actual shrunken heads. My adult self finds it hard to imagine why that was so fascinating!) But the point is this: we never ventured very far and that was okay.
Some people and some families travel to exotic places. Some people and some families go to the same place every spring or summer. I know people and families who do this.
I never acquired that wanderlust. I’m content to stay home. I enjoy watching my forsythia change from topaz flowers to emerald leaves. I like to imagine the worms turning my kitchen scraps into rich soil for tomato plants and lacy parsley and the chives that come back year after year. I’m happy in my backyard garden after a day of weeding and watering, waiting for the sun to go down on another quiet day.
Lest this sounds a bit ho-hum, a bit of a yawner, a little (ahem) boring, I can tell you that I rarely get bored. I put a (figurative) feather in my cap when I locate the source of a robin's chirp outside my kitchen window. It’s pretty exciting when a hummingbird finds my feeder. I celebrate the bluebells poking out of the winter soil.
Like Dorothy Gale, I believe “there is no place like home.” I’m glad I don’t need a tornado or a trip to Oz to convince me. --stay curious!
Some people and some families travel to exotic places. Some people and some families go to the same place every spring or summer. I know people and families who do this.
I never acquired that wanderlust. I’m content to stay home. I enjoy watching my forsythia change from topaz flowers to emerald leaves. I like to imagine the worms turning my kitchen scraps into rich soil for tomato plants and lacy parsley and the chives that come back year after year. I’m happy in my backyard garden after a day of weeding and watering, waiting for the sun to go down on another quiet day.
Lest this sounds a bit ho-hum, a bit of a yawner, a little (ahem) boring, I can tell you that I rarely get bored. I put a (figurative) feather in my cap when I locate the source of a robin's chirp outside my kitchen window. It’s pretty exciting when a hummingbird finds my feeder. I celebrate the bluebells poking out of the winter soil.
Like Dorothy Gale, I believe “there is no place like home.” I’m glad I don’t need a tornado or a trip to Oz to convince me. --stay curious!
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