Very Small Life Pleasures

When my two year old niece, whom I don't get to see often, clasps my hand tightly in complete trust and love while taking a stroll to get to the park.

Back in '86, i worked at an environmental center in the woods, on the shores of a lake in a wildlife refuge. Some people i know in town kept insisting that we go out and look at Halley's comet. They were city folk from Chicago. I kept tellin' 'em it would be a wasted effort, but they insisted. So, finally, we drove out there one night, drove over to a campsite by the lake, and walked down to the shore . . .

. . . where you could see thousands and thousands of stars. I had trouble finding the comet myself, and they were mostly silent. I suspect they had never seen so many stars in their own lives.

not sure why this thread is off kilter, but...

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dense but soft crusty bread and heaps of good butter

spooning

shampooing in the shower with the perfect shampoo and the water just right

Yes - stars, away from light pollution, are just amazing. When I ran away to sea, that was the most exciting thing!

Wait, wait, wait . . . you ran away to sea? Start a thread, tell us all about it.

I recall how much brighter the stars seemed back in the 1940s. But, these days, I rarely spend any nights in the deep country.

I could see better 65 years ago, too.

I think you can still see those brighter stars if you can get out of the city lights. I noticed that the stars were much brighter and in greater number when my wife and I did the national parks and canyons tour last May. We were in open country, and in the dark.

we don't have much here on the farm, but we have some kick-ass stars.

visitors welcome by appointment...

In my opinion, she believes that "life is good," living with Setanta. No need to be modest.

She's having a good life. We all thank you, Set

This morning as i took the trash to the kerb, a thin sliver of crescent moon was rising side-by-side with Venus, just above the first pink-orange glow of the dawn. These things get my day off to a cheerful start.

The first bite into the PBJ.

Set, I'm usually up at dawn, but I don't see the sky. Enjoy it.

jes, I'm not a PBJ fan, but I can certainly relate to the pleasure of that first bite of something delish.

Realizing a favourite author has written a new book.

Enjoying a meal with friends.

Coming home after a trip.

The first spray of hot water in the shower.

Looking at your freshly mown lawn.

Finding a pair of earrings I'd completely forgotten about in a rain/windbreaker I rarely if ever wear. It's too big and it doesn't rain here much, and for wind I have other items to ward off the wind ides of March or the sometime snow flurries of December. What's good about the windbreaker is that it is very lightweight and can be rolled up in a ball with no discernible effect, so it stays on, year in, year out, on a closet hook.

Lighting the first fire in months and cooking breakfast over it.

That sounds cool.
I can't remember the last time I cooked anything over a fire.