As I went out to empty my coffee grounds this morning (a daily ritual, fertilizing the blueberries or the roses), several small things brought a smile to my face and contentment to my heart. I thought I'd share them....
After pouring the coffee grounds and water onto the waiting bush, I plucked a couple midnight blue berries, lightly frosted with white, and popped them into my mouth, enjoying the mellow explosion of rich flavor.
In the trees by the draw, I heard the throaty drumroll of the yellow-billed cuckoo's call.
Nearby, the mourning doves "hoo-hooed" velvetly and a cardinal "whitted" sweetly but insistently.
The breeze softly swept over my skin, lifting my hair slightly and coolly touching my cheeks.
As I knelt to nip a few small basil flower buds, I inhaled the tangy pungency with delight and noticed the early morning sunlight shining off the bright leaves with pleasure.
Gently righting a few tomato cages that had blown slightly akilter overnight, I brushed against the tomato leaves and felt their roughly cushioned texture while smelling their tart and potent fragrance.
As I left the vegetable garden area, I noticed a ripe strawberry peeking out from underneath the leaves along the edge of the bed. Picking it, I popped it into my mouth, finishing my morning foray with its bright sweetness on my tongue.
It's getting harder and harder to want to venture away from home, when I have so much pleasure right here around me daily.