It’s the little things that keep life interesting.
Working in the shop once again, this time I’m putting new teeth on the rake. The third and last cutting of hay for this year is drying in the field.
Late night joy rides in a new (to us) Peterbilt..windows down, rain-fresh air pulsing through the cab.
Re-doing a flower bed that never looked quite right. Dreaming of winding paths, blossoms, and butterflies.
Giggles and smiles from a very small little person. Precious.
The art of conversation. The past two days I have crossed paths with story tellers. Older folks with nothing but time. Time to tell stories upon stories.
Corn on the cob.. dripping with melted butter and lightly-coated with salt. Aaahhhhhhh.
Ripening grapes fresh off the vine. it’s hard to tell who enjoys them more..me or Buster!
Supper with good old comfortable friends.
I find that overall, even among the busy, the work, and the stress, there is always something to find happiness in.
Life is good.
P.S. And as I write this, Ross is confessing that he put hand soap on my toothbrush tonight. Yes, my very own toothbrush that I just brushed my very own teeth with just a minute ago. And I never noticed! 🤦🏼♀️😂 Now, all I can taste is Dial coconut. Ugh.