Simple Pleasures
Shabbat was very quiet. A good quiet. I did not have the energy to go to shul, so I just relaxed at home. I sat outside in our still-in-progress patio, under our pretty (-and tearing) striped umbrella, and had a hot cup of coffee on our glass round umbrella table. I listened to the breeze rustling the leaves of the tree next door, in the adjoining patio. I watched the clouds slowly roll by in the azure blue sky. I watched our herbs grow. Really. Could see them inching up...almost...
That is a simple pleasure. Just sitting, drinking coffee, watching the clouds, and the herbs. Just appreciating being alive.
That is a simple pleasure. Just sitting, drinking coffee, watching the clouds, and the herbs. Just appreciating being alive.
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From your fellow but not nearly so articulate blogger,
nanamomrebecca