For me, my place of serenity is the greenhouses where I spent many wonderful days as a child. It is a place that I can enter and feel a sense of calm wash over me.
It is a place where the smell of clean earth mixes with the aroma of growing flowers.
It is a place where the very old mixes seamlessly with the new.
It is a place where my grandchild can feel right at home playing where her grandmother and great grandmother played before her.
It's a place where everything old seems new again.
My youngest daughter calls it her happy place. I call it memories of home.
Where is your place of serenity?