(1) A pyjama day, so few of these nowadays, it was brilliant. Got hooked into a Netflix "Shetland", rather lovely with the main character sharing custody of his daughter with her biological father.
(2)Coffee beans. Good coffee beans. Ground to taste. Perfection.
(3)Moose stew, donated by a friend. Delicious for dinner.
(4)Perfect weather, bay as still as a mirror, clouds of summer blue, bright sun, green grass, lilac tree still hasn't shed its leaves.
(5)My clothes dryer vent now fixed. For those wet snowy days.
(6)A picture that enchanted me - see above.
(7) Fresh sheets on my bed.
What more could one ask for?
ReplyDeleteThe small things we can take for granted Ramana. 💃💁
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Especially the clean sheets!
ReplyDeleteLove that picture too. Something very satisfying about a line of clean washing and doesn't it all smell lovely and fresh when you bring it in!
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I always remember my granny throwing hers on the hawthorns Maggie. Never forgot the divine smell in my bed at her house.
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Sounds very good WWW. Don't forget, all your admriing acolytes here.
ReplyDeleteI have just one today, but from this, much gratitude may grow:
Ibuprofen. Sigh.
Oh dear Anon.I've had sciatica days like that. All good healing thoughts m'dear.
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Fresh bedsheets -- definitely one of the finer pleasures in life. -Kate
ReplyDeleteAnd FREE Kate. So much pleasure.
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love the photo -- how did u do it?
ReplyDeleteNot mind Tom - I gave credit to the artist from Newfoundland.
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Books, warm glowing stove on a cold frosty day, clean sheets after a nice warm bath.
ReplyDeleteAnd I thank God every morning for my feet on the floor and the wit to know they are
on it. Meg
Meg - how absolutely true, I never take getting out of bed for granted either. I look out at the bay, take a deep breath and say a short poem.
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Nice picture...Glad you had a PJ day.
ReplyDeleteThey're the best E, though I must say I duck callers depending on who it is, LOL.
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Interesting picture -- but snow on the ground causes me to think all those pants are frozen solid, could stand alone without clothes pins from my recollections of cold fall and winter days around USA's Great Lakes. Other times, I loved the smell of clean sheets dried in the outdoors breeze.
ReplyDeleteThawed out standing by the fire, I'd think Joared.
DeleteIt could be a painting, I'm thinking.
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oh yes
ReplyDeleteso much to be thankful for
I remember well
the days of hanging laundry on the line - and it froze
along with my hands.
thank you....
I remember my poor mother running in and out to the line in freezing rain and hanging clothes all over the house to dry them. 8 people in the house. Lawdie.
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