Sometimes it is the simplest things that make you feel good if only you can slow down enough to really notice them.
A still clear morning, trembling with dew. That stillness and sun has all blown away now in a gusting cold wind, but it was there, for a day.
A visit on Monday from some blogging friends, mountainear, snailbeachshepherdess, bodran and bluestocking mum - tea, cake, more tea, even more cake and vast amounts of talk and laughter. Things have not been easy for everyone over the last year or so and yet there seemed to be nothing we couldn't talk about or laugh at. It doesn't happen more than twice a year but it's amazing how easy it is to catch up and how our lives intertwine.
The sight and size and gentle furriness of the quinces which Felicity brought for me. Aren't they beautiful?
A full log basket and a fire in the woodburner.
A full glass.
Three perfect eggs from the Light Sussex hens.
A video of my two year grandson sitting in his cot by himself, singing (to the educated ear) "The Wheels on the Bus" while admiring the diggers on the quilt his mother made him.