Gardenias blooming in profusion along the side of the house. Their smell greets me every time I go in or out.
Planting an entire bucket full of aster flowers bought at the jockey lot (quite the experience going there for the first time).
Lazy Sundays swinging in the camping hammock.
Early morning walks with the dogs.
Wild black-eyed Susans.
The swoop of purple martins overhead each evening and their accompanying song. Makes me reminisce on summer evenings spent on the deck with Granny and PaPa when we were kids.
Sitting on the bridge Chris built over our creek.