. . . the more you study delight, the more delight there is to study.
Ross Gay, The Book of Delights
I hit the wall again, spending the afternoon on the sofa then flitting in and out of wakefulness as Gerry and I watch a program on TV after supper. This morning I’m tired before the day gets going. Maybe it’s post-surgery stuff, or the result of the dark, or I maybe I just need to MOVE. Doesn’t matter. The point is I’m tired. Really tired.
I once kept a running “simple happy” list in this space. Think I need to resume that before melancholy takes up residence. Join me? Add a few of your own in the comments.
Green reaching up in the AeroGarden: promises of fresh herbs and tomatoes.
A child giving spontaneous hugs in church.
Deer munching on the Virginia creeper.
The music of the King’s College Choir.