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

or this one of Tate, setting off on holiday:

summer holiday

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

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