From handmade homeschool
Prairie Poppins over at Handmade Homeschool has started a new feature - a quote adn a question. this week it’s
“A multitude of small delights constitute happiness.” Charles Baudelaire
What small, common things delight you? Have you stopped to notice them lately?
Now, I shall gloss over the fact that I thought that Baudelaire was a name fabricated for A Series of Unfortunate Events. Actually I’ve been thinking about the little pleasures in life recently so this seems like as good a time as any to have a proper ponder on them, hmmm, I don’t have a catagory for ponderings on this blog, that’s an oversight….
It’s not a small thing but one thing that always utterly delights me is driving over the Woodhead (but then if you read my blog you already probably know that!) It’s such a wonderful landscape and watching the seasons unfold month by month along that road is one of my reasons for enjoying making that trip!
Washing that has blown dry outdoors is one of those silly little things that makes me smile. It smells so much fresher than drying indoors.
Looking at my "baby’s" sleeping face. i mean, she’s lovely to look at all the time but there’s something about a sleeping child isn’t there?
Getting into a bed that is freshly changed, all fresh and new and lovely! Makes wrestling with the duvet cover worthwhile!
The smell of corned beef hash simmering on the stove when I come in from Rainbows, it’s one of my all time comfort foods and Duke cooks it most Wednesdays.
Camping. Okay, not a small delight but something as simple as pitching up our cheap, leaky Argos tent in the back garden and sleeping out there with Aprilia is something really special. I suspect actually it’s a lot to do with the fact that we snuggle up with the book basket and have a monster story session and a bit of a girlie giggle and then I get to snuggle down next to her and watch her go to sleep. Those moments are precious, she’s growing up fast.
Freshly baked cakes, or cookies, or scones, I’m not fussy really, just as long as it’s fresh baked!
Walking barefoot on grass
having time to read for pleasure, and having my wonderful specs that make it pleasureable not painful
The smell of fresh mown grass
Waking up refreshed from a good night’s sleep
My soft feather pillow, a recent indulgance but really really wonderful.
Friends, those I see regularly, those I see irregularly and those who are only names on a screen.
lots of other things too, may well come back to this one
a new blog, that you find by following a link from a friend.
With you on the sleeping child thing, I watched Small waking up so slowly this morning, and it was such a wonderful couple of minutes, I couldn’t begrudge him that time.
Comment by Jax — November 18, 2008 @ 9:48 pm