We recently had friends from another part of the country visit us. They had never been here before and were amazed at how beautiful it was. I was glad they enjoyed it so much, but I was also a little perplexed.
What was so special?
Yes, I know it’s a pretty place to live, but I don’t revel in it as often as I could. (Should?) Especially in the summer. Maybe I take it for granted because I live here. Seeing it every day dulls the luster. With obligations and work to attend to, who has time to admire the scenery?
I tried to see the landscape through my visitors’ eyes, to view the native trees, hilly surroundings, and the pond across the street as if for the first time. The brilliance of my familiar surroundings began to return. I could appreciate my visitors’ perspective.
I’ve never been to the Midwest where they live. They tell me they find it a bit boring. I’m sure I’d find it lovely. Even if only because it’s someplace other than home, someplace new. I manage to see beauty wherever I go.
I hope when I do go, I can help them appreciate the beauty in their own backyard the way they did for me.