The smell of clothes dried outside in the sun.
Orange spice tea.
The smell of freshly mowed grass.
Not dropping my camera in the pond when I fell down the bank while in pursuit of a shot of cattails in the evening sunlight.
The smell of woodsmoke in my hair and on my clothes.
A giant bowl of strawberries.
Skyping with the boys.
A good, soaking rain two nights in a row and not losing power when a fierce storm rolled through.
Finding tiny little flowers coming up along the creek.
Getting my toes painted with my good, good friend and having a long, winding, soul-nourishing conversation.