Having enough beautiful leaf lettuces to share with friends, and receiving a phone call saying “This was the best lettuce I have ever eaten!”
Being able to water my vegetable garden with water from my own deep well...we are in desperate need of a good long rain.
Seeing the pole beans and yellow summer squash seed I planted a week ago breaking through the soil and beginning to grow. How delicious they will taste when ready!
I saw two wild turkeys fly across the road as I was leaving home this afternoon. In the 29 years I have lived here at the Cottage I have never seen wild turkeys before. This makes me wonder where they have been, has their habitat become so small now that they are forced out into the open? They were lovely creatures and I was surprised that they could fly so well. I pray they will be safe and prosper.***On my journey towards Atlanta this afternoon a driver was being reckless on the road, passing on a double yellow line and even passing on a hill where he could not see oncoming traffic and driving way too fast for the area we were in. This angered me, but I could not wish ill on the driver, but hoped he would realize the danger he put everyone in by his actions. He soon sped out of site and I continued on my way. Shortly after entering traffic on I-75 North I saw the flashing blue lights of a patrol car. Whom do you think had been pulled over for some offence? Yes, you are right, it was the reckless driver. So in this instance it seems justice prevailed and luckily he didn't injury himself or any other innocent driver.***Snow showers on my travels to Atlanta today. The flakes whirled round and round and at times were so thick so as to appear as thick as a fog. Thankfully the did not stick on the roads or ground. But I have to admit it was pleasant to see them.
Finding really nice tasting fresh strawberries at the grocery store in the dead of winter and they are buy one get one free, even better.***Seeing the crisp photos of the snow at my Mom's house that my cousin emailed me. I can almost feel the big fat wet flakes, the chill on my face if I walked outside to play in the snow and hear the plop plop of melting snow falling from the roof. Burr***The Moon was beautiful here at the Cottage last night. Very few clouds, brillant stars and the nearly full moon shining brightly overhead. The air was cold and clean smelling, damp from the rain of the night before. One can depend on the temperatures taking a nose dive tonight.
Sitting in my comfortable armchair at the side of a crackling fire in my fireplace. The night is cold and damp with drizzle expected. The heat radiating from the coals in the fire warms my bones right down to the marrow. Sometimes that is the only real relief I can get during these cold days from the ache in my knees.***Getting a parcel from Amazon.com. I had ordered a book on Camping skills that was highly recommended at a survival website I frequent. It was originally published in 1901. The volume looks chocked with useful information and humorous stories of camping misadventures. I do love getting a new book and immersing myself in the story or information contained within.Sadly, I am a greedy reader and can't read as fast as my brain wants to soak up the information.***Purchasing an electric heater to use upstairs in my Studio. This is where I work on the computer and scrapbook and has often been so cold that my fingers are freezing and toes chilled so much that I have to stop what I am doing and just go to bed to get warm. With the heater now I can type away in comfort.
Buying "cage free eggs" are important to me. I despise knowing that most laying chickens live in a tiny cage their entire lives. Chickens were meant to roam free...to scratch in the dirt, find a bug to eat, nibble on some wild greens and waddle back to the grain feeder for lunch. Chickens were meant to have a clean nest of straw in which to rest, meditate, and lay their wonderful eggs. Chickens were meant to have freedom to squawk, cluck and fly down from their nests when their work is done and return to roaming free. Think about this the next time you buy eggs.***Receiving a tube of Jaqua Buttercream Frosting Lotion from Bath and Body Works. This hand cream smells exactly like rich buttery frosting on the finest birthday cake imaginable. You almost want to eat it!***The thrill in my daughter's voice when she yells, "I got the job Mom! I start to work Monday night. Yippie." She told me how grateful she was that I had faith in her, I have always known how strong she is---she's a fighter like all the women in my family have always been, strong, independent and brave.
Paying bills online. It is so wonderful to be able to sit down and in less than a minute or two to pay 5 or 6 bills and have it off your mind.***Homemade Dundee Cake and a cup of hot tea. I make my Dundee Cake with pecans rather than almonds as they are more available in my area.***Seeing the happiness in Tootie, my old black cat, when I give her a warmed bowl of half and half on a cold night before bedtime. She licks the bowl dry every time. It is nice to do something special for an older pet whose love you have enjoyed for years.
The flowers are opening on my Daphne odorata shrub and the fragrance is divine, it is sort of a cross between lemon and the smell of a magnolia. The shrub is sadly still sitting in his original pot near the back door. Daphne's are very particular about the amount of drainage they require and I have not decided on a good location for him yet.***Finally seeing dear friends online at a chat room I visit several times a day and never find anyone there to chat with. My fingers fly so fast trying to chat that I always have to back up and correct my spelling errors.***The feeling of accomplishment one derives when painting with a antique white color paint on trimwork. I always feel as if I am applying whipping cream to the wood and delight in smoothing it out so that no brush strokes show.
Hearing way off in the distance the sound of a flock of canadian geese flying this way, running out the door to watch them coming nearer and nearer...listenening to their calls as they wing enroute to the lake they nest at near my home. Sometimes they swoop so low I can almost feel the rush of wind from their wings.***The pounding sound of a cold rain against the roof while I lay snuggled deep in my bed covers...safe from the elements. I am so grateful to have a warm place to live.***Once again being on the south side of an ice and sleet storm that came through the North and Middle Georgia area.
Driving to see friends in North Atlanta and having no traffic delays or accidents on the Interstate to frustrate the trip.***The feeling of having your cheeks become rosy and chilled to the bone while bringing in loads of firewood in preparation for a cold rainy night. How nice it will be to sit by the warming fire and thaw out my bones.***Cleaning in the kitchen and playing music so emotionally powerful and moving that I occasionally break into spontaneous dance...and dance and weave because 'no one is watching'...grace is not my middle name.