I noticed a theme while surfing...julochka, iasa, and char all had the words "simple things" in their post titles. And it turns out, it all started here with christina. This sort of thing is irresistable to me...I can talk about what I'm doing, what I've been thinking, or what's going on in the world all day long. But the small, simple moments are where life really happens. So I just can't pass up a chance to share that.
waking up to the mad tweeting of a flock of sparrows in the bush outside the window
realizing how the sound of it reminds me I'm also wild; still part of the secret, savage natural world
austere tree silhouettes against the deepest of blues on late autumn evening drives through farm country
the deep mahogany colored dining room table my mother passed down to me this past weekend. the way it makes me feel when I think of our future children sitting around it, asking about the letters etched into the surface. my answers when I tell them their grandparents once owned an organic grocery and it was at that very table that they'd write up their produce and meat orders. the heavily wielded pen left its everlasting indent on the surface. the history that table will come to know...
cats chattering at birds in the bare branches outside...cats crawling intentionally across whatever I happen to be doing...cats purring for seemingly no reason
looking past all the junk (toys) laying around in my neighbors yard and learning to see them as a real family, with real children and love and paper routes and church on Sundays
pressing my foot on the sewing machine pedal and continuing to be amazed when I make something beautiful, with even edges and straight seams...I couldn't make anything before
the spicy, sweet, clean, smell of all the bars of soap we've made filling the house...nothing like the smell of clean
the new plant collection, springing up lush and wild from the corner of the dining room...palm, fern, rubber, new zealand impatien, avocado, sweet william, jade, spider, oxalis, other clearance sale unknowns...cleaning the air, making us feel alive, making my cats throw up on the rug
the 30's music station on iTunes radio...filling my head with pleasant thoughts of holiday fun
baking french boule bread, lemon poppyseed poundcake, baking cranberry orange muffins and giant ginger cookies...the smells that waft through life when you love to bake
cooking for my husband who usually does most of that. the look of sheer gratitude makes all the mess worth it. or cooking together in quiet sync...but really, cooking with freshly picked garden goods and local meat and dairy...the freshness makes everything taste absolutely divine...the best
having a "real man" as a husband. he can do anything. anything. he knows how to rebuild an engine, a transmission, a whole car. he can cook the most delicious, fancy meals...or just make the crispiest, most golden french fries you've ever eaten. he rewires fuse boxes, tiles a bathroom, lays a floor, designs a website, fixes a crashed computer, whips an excellent homebrew, plays a 12 string, a 6 string, a mandolin, a banjo, a french horn, a trumpet, (etc.), and if he had to, he could sew, clean, mop, launder, press, and scrub, or draw, paint, sculpt, or take endless photos of me modeling aprons for my latest hobby. in a crisis he's calm, in the face of stress he relaxes. I've seen a neighbor's husband scratch his head at his broken car and try to run the lawn mower early on a dewey morning. in those moments, I think "Thank God I have a real man"
a clean, white porcelain bath tub
a love story...maybe romantic, maybe not. maybe just a good samaritan love story. love makes the world go 'round.
finding your first morel of Molly Mooch season (which I have experienced exactly once, so far)
running outside at the first snowfall...staring up at the sky as if you could really see the moment when they are born into unique little beauties from a drop of ordinary water
how whenever the seasons change, it's always as if I'm experiencing it for the very first time...every time.
that sublime moment of letting go after a struggle. the surrender. knowing it will end now.
colors...all of them...in contrasting combinations that still manage to be harmonious. brown and blue. lavender and navy. green and gray. red and white. orange and blue.
a hot, steaming cup of earl gray with a teaspoon and a half of honey and hint of lemon juice
watching all the people rushing around, working, spinning, toiling, slaving, while I sit still and quiet with nowhere to be and nothing to do. finally learning to enjoy this without guilt.
the unexpected connections with people from every corner of earth that happened because I decided I was bored at work and wanted something interesting to read, then found blogger. support and kindness from a "stranger" seems to somehow carry more weight sometimes. ??
little chats with neighbors about nothing that mean everything in the world of connection and kindness
those mornings when the sun is so bright and new that it makes the whole day seem full of endless possibility you wouldn't have otherwise seen
digging through old boxes looking for things...I always end up reunited with some lost treasure
crossing things off a list...one less thing to do, one more moment of me time gained
the day I get my Mary Janes Farm Magazine...stress melts away, I remember how I want to live my life, I get emotionally back on track
On second thought, maybe all these aren't exactly simple. I'll cross that part out. I'm known far and wide for my inability to be simple. I guess that's just me.