Home The Author The Book Reviews FAQs More Stuff The Other Side


RSS Feed 

Friday, March 09, 2007


Small, good things (pace Carver)

The huggable warmth of laundry just out of the drier.

Those three or four days in spring when the air is almost warm and keeps drifting along.


Drinking straws.

Cutting an apple into slices before eating it.

Robins and blue tits.

Cut grass.


Really cold tapwater to drink.

Having clean hair.

Making bread pills when no one's looking.


Tossing something out, and hitting the bin from all the way across the kitchen.


What are yours?

Brown paper packages tied up in string...Oh, these are a few of my favorite things!

Kittens that sit on my lap as I type.

Mangoes and pears and plums freshly ripe.
(okay, done with the rhyming)

Drinking hot chocolate as it snows outside

A hot shower after sparring class.


Accidently having my alarm go off on Saturday morning, so I can get up, turn it off and collapse back in bed.

Taco salad.

Rowing out into the middle of a big lake. All alone. In the rain. Then closing my eyes, turning my head upwards, and listening to the rain drops hitting the water.
That golden green colour you get when the sun shines through new leaves.

The noise of rain on the roof.

Having warm feet.

Owls. Both their big stary eyes and the noise that they make.

People on telephones who are much friendlier than they have to be.

A peach from your own tree. One you've watched grow every day through the spring and summer, until one bright, hot day, you tug on it gently and it rolls into your hand.

The skin feels like a kitten's fur, but is taught with the juice of the ripeness. You prise it open and the yellow flesh falls away from the stone without effort. A trickle of juice seeps on to your palm, and you lick it quickly so as not to waste a single drop. Then you bite into the succulent flesh and the sweet, golden flavor of sunlight explodes in your mouth, just as nature intended...

And the next time you're in the supermarket, you feel so sorry for those half-green, rock-hard balls that have been ripped from their umbilical cords far too soon, and you feel that you have an infinitesimal glimpse of what's wrong with the world...

(Yep, slow work day again, sorry guys!)
Hanging up on telemarketers. Bonus points if you can stump them into silence before doing so.

Getting around the slow person in the fast lane.

Aspen leaves turning gold.
Waking up, thinking my husband has left for work, then realising he's still there--and snuggling up to him and going back to sleep.

Also, kittens.
Rain on my awnings
Cats purring
Dancing with my granddaughter
Tortoiseshell cats
Hooded mergansers
Wood-warblers of just about any species
Mallard ducklings (easy enough when you live in Boston, MA)
Post a comment

<< Home


July 2006   August 2006   September 2006   October 2006   November 2006   December 2006   January 2007   February 2007   March 2007   April 2007   May 2007   June 2007   July 2007   August 2007   September 2007   October 2007   November 2007   December 2007   January 2008   February 2008   March 2008   April 2008   May 2008   June 2008   July 2008   August 2008   September 2008   October 2008   November 2008   December 2008   January 2009   February 2009   March 2009   April 2009   May 2009   June 2009   July 2009   August 2009   September 2009   October 2009   November 2009   December 2009   January 2010   February 2010   March 2010   April 2010   June 2010   July 2010   August 2010   September 2010   October 2010   November 2010   December 2010   January 2011   February 2011   March 2011   April 2011   May 2011   June 2011   July 2011   August 2011   September 2011   October 2011   November 2011   December 2011   January 2012   February 2012   March 2012   April 2012   May 2012   June 2012   July 2012   August 2012   September 2012   October 2012   November 2012   December 2012   January 2013   February 2013   March 2013   April 2013   May 2013   June 2013   July 2013   August 2013   September 2013   October 2013   March 2014  

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?