$25 bucks, some edging, a handful of worms = Happy Land!

We all need a "Happy Land" or a happy place to go to.

I have a friend that can tell by the look on my face if I have left the real world behind and am in my Happy Land.


Tonight I spent $25 to get edging for my Renegade Garden, named such since I am not supposed to be doing anything outside of my condo. I am a Renegade Gardener! However, I trust my ability to beautify the small area in my backyard much more than those hired and paid to do it.

Well, mums the word to the condo cops, because I went out and put that edging in, found many handfuls of worms, and found myself a happy old lady residing in Happy Land once again.

It is a choice to go to Happy Land. Sometimes you feel a bit beaten down and might actually start to forget that Happy Land exists... DON'T FORGET! Go there as often as you can.

I am a Putnamaniac because my Happy Land is there!