Did you know that happiness has an actual temperature? According to the American Meteorological Society, we are happiest when the mercury hits 57 degrees Fahrenheit. After being cooped up all weekend, I wasn't sad, but I wasn't dancing in the street. I was in a neutral mood, ready for breakfast and an hour of journal writing. Then, as I sipped coffee, I glanced out the window.
The neighborhood gang had arrived for the breakfast bar.
At the other end of the trellises, I saw a splash of periwinkle. Was something blooming? Or had trash blown into the yard?
The blue patch moved.
I grabbed a heavy poncho and flew out the door.
The patch of blue turned out to be grape hyacinths; a mild wind had stirred the blossoms. Up close, they were tiny, like something you'd see near a fairy's house. They were a lovely surprise.
For a moment, I was lost in the purple-blue color. And just like that, my neutral mood had shifted into joy. I moved to the trellis beds. Days ago, I'd been thisclose to pulling the weeds in those beds, but now the purple-pink blossoms seemed plush and dainty.
Happiness continued to build when I saw unblemished leaves on the roses.
And look--daylilies are coming up, too. These flowers remind me of pretty tomboys. They can endure sun, drought, and terrible soil. And a whole slew of them are flourishing along the driveway.
Hydrangea leaves are starting to unfurl. Oh, please, please, let them bloom.
Maybe the temperature is a sweet spot. Or maybe it's just temperature. Maybe activity ignites a positive mood. One minute you are sitting. And the next, you're flying.