This quote: "Nothing is simple. Most things are good." Julie of Folk Ware
The all day songs of birds filling up the hillsides.
Hearing our sweet little screech owl almost every night when we sit outside.
Noting that some kind of bird has been reinforcing a nest in the barn and has been using Middy's fur to line it.
Warm evenings and thunderheads.
Planning my garden and finally deciding where I am going to plant.
Finding a four leaf clover and immediately thinking of Hannah.
My head among wild cherry blossoms (a heavenly scent) listening to honeybees hum around me.
Strutting gobblers. The photos of them below are grainy and awful, but I didn't have my long lens with me and they will have to do.
Finding a huge patch of wild violets and irises while on a walk with Middy.
Helping a little sprite of a lady get instant coffee off the top shelf at the grocery store and getting unintentionally emotional when she placed her hand on my arm and squeezed it when saying thank you; it made me think of Granny and made me miss her something fierce.
The most lovely evening for a run.