February 26, 2007

  • Simple Pleasures in February

    Views from my front door this morning

    ~ sunlight on wooden floors

    ~ the sibilance of the Lord’s Prayer spoken congregationally

    ~ the grip of a newborn hand on the pinkie finger

    ~ thowing away (gasp!) clutter

    ~ meeting a blog friend in person

    ~ the dun/straw/gray/white monochromatic landscape –
    I can almost imagine I’m on the moors in an English novel

    ~ listening to my grandson count to three

    ~ reading a Wendell Berry story aloud to my extended family

    ~ a clean refrigerator (the product not the process)

    ~reading along while I listen to the book on CD – currently Mornings on Horseback

    ~ the warmth of my husband’s calves when my toes are cold

    ~ Yankee candle – Maple Walnut

    ~ the smell of granola baking

    ~ reading blogs!

    What are your simple pleasures this season?

Comments (4)

  • Oh.my.goodness.   Those vistas are pretty.  Dont know that I would like the cold or the snow.

    The simple pleasure of staying at home and having time to do my chores make me happy.

    Dana in GA

  • I love the pictures though like Dana I’m not sure I want to actually be there! Having time to do ALL my chores would certainly make me happy! During the winter months there is not one day in the week that I don’t have to go somewhere else for at least part of the day. And right this minute I should be doing some chores! But when I focus on that I end up not even reading anyone’s blogs, much less posting anything myself.

  • I gasped when I saw this picture because it looks almost exactly like my house! Even the snow! We woke up to six fresh, new inches of the white stuff on Sunday morning. Only a small crowd braved the weather for church, and we all had the same idea: share food afterwards. It was definitely one of those “simple pleasures” you spoke of. Nothing better than an intimate circle of friends breaking bread together while the wind howls outside.
    Your photography was lovely!
    Blessings,
    Poiema

  • –the smell of fresh-baked bread (not that I can eat it!) but love the smell nonetheless

    –freshly pulled-up socks.  Don’t you love that little tingly feeling it gives your legs!

    –just-brushed teeth

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