Monday, August 20, 2012

Little things I like

driving down our lane and arriving home – whether it’s from Bakewell, London or San Francisco
days when it’s warm enough to cook in bare feet
evenings when it’s warm enough to sit outside
watching Neighbours with Ella, with a glass of wine in one hand and a bag of crisps in the other
playing hockey in the garden with little children
sitting in Quaker meeting in bare feet, on a warm Sunday morning with the windows wide open
chatting to my children on the phone
reading Allan Ahlberg books to children who are enjoying them as much as me
sitting here in perfect peace, because everyone else is asleep or out
picking sweet peas in the back garden
seeing a new photo of one of my grandchildren, such as this one of Lux, at the zoo:
zoo aug 2012

“For in the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”

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