Take your pleasures where you can

Or wiring the brain for happiness

Take your pleasures where you can
Or wiring the brain for happiness

Fridays doings.

Man with a gleam in his eye is rousing me from the sofa to sail forth. All I want is to sleep.

I contemplate my P.J.'s. perhaps not. After climbing into some semblance of conformity and a quick rest I sail forth. Wondering if I will stay afloat.

Stepping out I register the gloom and thunder of rain drops at the same time as a smile spreads across the face.

There is the excited chatter of the family who are checking out their summer residence under the eaves. I had spotted the House Martins on the phone wires a week earlier but this is their first house call, we have 2 nests side by side and a tray up the garden that I will whip out once the babies arrive to catch the yuck.

Much effort expended and we have 1 more stop before heading back to the sofa. A van pulls up and out pops my son. We never run into each other what luck. And he is promising to fetch up with the kids tomorrow.

Latter lying prostrate on my sofa I spy a chap whose making for the back door. He is clutching a small box that has winged it's way from Jersey containing Fuchsia plug plants. Wow. Now I have something to look forward to tomorrow.

Apparently I have inadvertently been "Wiring My Brain For Happiness".

Happy connections.

"The neurons that fire together, wire together".


Last edited by

9 Replies

  • Oh nedd, I'm so pleased you've got the freesias to look forward to enjoying. I will never forget one time being in hospital in my twenties and my dear Mother brought me some freesias which my father had grown, the scent from them wafting over my bed was wonderful, despite the fact that they had greenfly on them :o

    I hope they bring you much joy, and if you have successfully wired your brain for happiness, please do let us know how, so we too can try it for ourselves, but I really, really hope it has worked for you !! :-)

    Foggy x

  • Hi Foggy

    Scent is very evocative. You should make a habit of treating yourself to a bunch of Freesia's. exposé yourself to happy memories.

    Wiring the brain for happiness needs constant nurturing along apparently.

    I came across a gob smacking fact recently.

    Something like 35 percent of us are missing the capacity to feel a sense of wonder and awe.

    I have my jaw open constantly at the beauty of life. Well either that or I have nodded off and not noticed.


  • Love freesia's. I'm just dealing with a image of a man holding a soldering iron over your opened head. :)

    Endorphins rule.

  • It took me a minute to get the joke. Duh.

    Man with a shed has got a smouldering iron.

    There in lies a fantastic cartoon.

  • so it is Fushias I just love this and the imagery is lovely xxgins

  • Sh. You have your glasses on don't you.

    I rather wished I had something that was fragrant now. More shopping till I drop then.

  • The smell of freesias is beautiful, I have them in the back garden myself.

  • I have always assumed that they were too hard to grow. I shall have to have a go.

  • are they easy to grow? gentle hugs xx

You may also like...