Antiquarian, I like your signature. I also "feel" the history & the people that use to abide in the places I hunt. I often find myself leaning against a tree & wondering what their life was like. I hunt in the woods following leads from older locals, & often times my only hint of a homestead is the flowers that still remain tho now the structure isn't evident. That's when my mind really wanders. Did "he " plant them for someone, or did "she" bring them for a little taste of her old home? So much history is there, but so much of it is disappearing all the time. Little stories our elders in the family or in the neighborhood can share, & our lives seem to fast to slow down & listen.
& you are right, laugh as often as possible.