Suns and Frogs

There is a crazy misconception that I may have developed an obsession with the sun…well, many suns. Admittedly, I’m kind of a “sun freak”. I love a rainy day as much as anyone but anything longer than a brief respite from glaring rays tends to bring my mood to a sunken level. In fact, there’s a condition called SAD (seasonal affective disorder) that I’m relatively sure I suffer from. One of the reasons I despised living in Virginia was because that place has days on end of cloud coverage like I had never seen before ~ recipe for doom and gloom. Sorry Virginia.

At some point about 10 years ago, I zeroed in on the idea that the sun is one of my favorite things in the world. Therefore, it’s not really an obsession ~ it’s more about surrounding myself with one of my cherished things. Nothing wrong with that, right? So before I turned 40 and wanted a teeny tiny tattoo in a discreet place, it was a no-brainer. A sunburst with a shamrock on the inside. It made me happy then and continues to make me happy today.

Then we built this house with its expansive wall space and the theme was conceived. If I have a sun in every room, that happiness has to follow me around wherever I am under this roof.  And so it began….

This sun, which has its home on our lanai is probably the largest of many that I didn’t want to bore you with here. On Sunday, while W and his dad were enjoying a cigar in sweltering heat (how DO they do that?), a little friend peaked out from behind one of the rays and caught W’s attention. Clearly, he’s quite comfortable in the shady gap between my sun and the wall but he came out for a check of the scenery and even posed for a picture. I kind of like this guy and I’m not even a “frog person”! We share a commonality, though…we like our suns.

For you, a poem about 2 of my favorite things. The sun and Ireland with its shamrocks aplenty.

May the road rise to meet you 
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

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