“There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots as there are in the bright ones.”
~ Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper
Continuing my study in dark and moody images: today, a sprig from the fancy geranium I brought inside to root and keep over the winter. My fixation on darkness reflective of the dark, and short, November days. One more month until the solstice, meanwhile we learn to appreciate simple pleasures of shorter days.
Yesterday about 4:00 pm, the day already growing dark as supper simmered on the stove, we sat in the living room munching from a small bowl of nuts. The room was quiet. Maya, finally tired out after a rousing from game of fetch, napped next to Gerry on the sofa. The fireplace warmed the room as we read on our respective electronic devices.
I looked around, content in that moment, and jotted down a few things for my Simple Happy list.
- A chat with my daughter earlier in the day
- An abundance of cashews in my little bowl of afternoon nuts
- Butternut squash from my garden for supper this evening
- My heating pad
It is truly the simple things that give us pleasure. I look forward to your posts every day. I’m never disappointed. Thank you.
It really is, isn’t it, Karen. Thanks so much for your ongoing encouragement. It’s much appreciated.